A Cautionary Christmas Pudding Tale
Mum made a Christmas pudding.
I said, it’s not my thing.
Mum told me that in her day
It contained some shiny bling!
She said, when she was younger,
Every Christmas Day,
A Christmas pudding treasure hunt
Was always underway.
When the pudding was being made
With dried fruits, eggs and honey.
Last of all was added in
A little bit of money!
A three-penny bit and a sixpence
Washed, and with a shine,
Were put in there for luck she said,
For mum and her brother to find.
Mum gobbled down her portion
To beat her brother Ted.
But, apparently, she ate too fast
And swallowed them instead!
I said, it’s not my thing.
Mum told me that in her day
It contained some shiny bling!
She said, when she was younger,
Every Christmas Day,
A Christmas pudding treasure hunt
Was always underway.
When the pudding was being made
With dried fruits, eggs and honey.
Last of all was added in
A little bit of money!
A three-penny bit and a sixpence
Washed, and with a shine,
Were put in there for luck she said,
For mum and her brother to find.
Mum gobbled down her portion
To beat her brother Ted.
But, apparently, she ate too fast
And swallowed them instead!
This poem is copyright (©) Val Harris 2024
About the Writer
Val Harris
Val lives near Farnham with a horse and husband and several grandchildren living nearby, who like to mark her poems out of ten. She used to write for adults, but decided she much preferred writing poetry for children, after her debut poem was published online with The Dirigible Balloon in 2021. Since then, several others have appeared on various balloon flights, and she has had poems published in The Caterpillar Magazine, Paperbound Magazine, The Toy Press and Little Thoughts Press. You can find her as Val Poet on Instagram and @dragontripper Val Poet on Twitter.
