On the day itself we like to make favourite foods that are tried and tested. We have starters about lunchtime, main course mid afternoon, and a dessert (or two) an hour (or two) later, with perhaps a walk in between courses. Drinks when we feel like it and a box of chocolates open on the side....I do indulge myself quite a bit but I can't be bothered with that stuffed feeling.
Can you take another poem from Funny Poems For Christmas?
This is the end of Saturday Night At The Bethlehem Arms by Gareth Owen. The innkeeper decides against turning Mary and Joseph away:
'I told them,
They could rough it in the barn
If they didn't mind the cows and mules for company.
I know, I know. Soft, that's me.
I yawned, locked up, turned out the lights,
Rinsed my hands to lose the smell of beer.
Went up to bed.
A day like any other.
That's how it is.
Nothing much ever happens here.