Three Ages of Woman
‘Where are we going for Christmas?
We went to your folks last year
And your mother took every occasion
To whisper low in my ear
That she wanted to be a grandma!
We’ve obliged her so now we’ll go – where?
My mother insists we spend Christmas with her
And yours want us all to go there!’
‘This Christmas we’ll have the whole family
Your parents, as well as mine.
The children are just that much older
And we should have a wonderful time.’
‘I’ll enjoy doing the cooking
And we’ll spend the day in our own way.
For years we’ve packed up and travelled
So now, we’ll stay home on the Day.’
‘Are you going to your son’s for Christmas
Now that you’re all on your own?’
‘I fear I still don’t know the answer,
I’ve written, (I’m too deaf to phone),’
To be with your family at Christmas
Is where young and old like to be
To spend the time getting together
With one’s very own, dear family.
Hatch End WI
This thread has reminded me of a poem written long ago by my mum's friend.
40 years of cooking Christmas Dinner,! Time to take over and show how generous you can be