Mother Christmas

        Where are you Mother Christmas, I really wish I knew,

       Why Father christmas should get all the praise, and no one mentions you,

       I bet you buy the presents, and wrap them large and small,

       While all the time the dirty swine pretends he's done it all,

       So Hail to Mother Christmas, the uncomplaining slave

       And down with Father christmas, the good -for -nothing knave

Roald Dahl.

I came across this poem today and thought it was so apt for the season. I doubt the gentlemen here would agree however!!!!!!

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Comment by celeste vogel-dillon on November 29, 2011 at 19:49

My 'Kids@ who are well past 15 , still leave mince pies and carrots out ( when they were younger it was milk for Santa ----Drink driving and all that!!!!) now it is the verre du Vin or a whiskey---- but we still get a kick out of it!!!

OH!! they also expect their socks on the end of the bed!!!! --- the rest of the presents are down stairs under the tree!!! great to see them still enjoying the traditions i had as a child which i have handed on to my children and they are now handing on to theirs.

Comment by Amanda Lister on November 29, 2011 at 19:19

Well how true is that.!  My youngest is now 15 but he still leaves a mince pie and a glass of red wine for Santa.  He knows that Mrs Santa prefers red to beer !!!!!!

Comment by ANNE MARIE HUET on November 29, 2011 at 19:03

Are you living with my husband????????????? LOL

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