Oh my life! This has bought back such a memory of my mum. When I was a little girl, she used to start a poem every Christmas...’It was Christmas night in the workhouse and the snow was falling fast....’ and that’s all she said. I used to ask for the rest, but she always said she couldn’t remember it.Xmas pudding may be popped in an undesirable place !!
The first Christmas after she died (her funeral was on 6th December) you can imagine how miserable I was. And then I remembered her poem...and I thought, I will look it up on google!
And I did....
It was Christmas night in the work House,
And the snow was falling fast...
I don’t want your Christmas pudding
You can shove it up your .....hmmm
Honestly, I was shocked, disappointed...all those years....all those years!
And then I howled with laughter. Good old mum! God Bless her.