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| The wreath on our front door Shirley made it from scratch |
Frances and Ian are back home for Christmas along with Frances's fiancee Stew. Last evening we had a big takeaway curry meal from "Takdir" - vegetable rice, onion bhajis, chapattis, chicken dopiaza, lamb methi, vegetable balti and channa bhaji (chick peas). It was a delicious Christmas Eve feast which we all enjoyed. For Indian takeaways you really cannot beat "Takdir".
Shirley and I did not go out afterwards. To tell you the truth I have been feeling a little unwell these past few days and amongst other things, intermittent toothache has begun. I knew I should have made a dental appointment before Christmas. Silly me! You would have thought I'd know by now that toothache doesn't just heal itself.
It's Christmas Day now. Frances, Stew and Shirley have just driven off to Tideswell for the morning service. Ian is still in bed after carousing home later than one in the morning having spent most of Christmas Eve with old Sheffield friends he rarely sees these days.
I have got to peel the potatoes and prepare the brussel sprouts but before I go, here's a short poem I posted on Jenny's "Procrastinating Donkey" blog just yesterday - for Christmas is not just a time for joy and feasting, it is also a time for remembering those no longer with us and all the other Christmases we have known through the years:-
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Echoes backwash through the years
And soon our eyes are filled with tears
For those we won’t see any more
Who said farewell and closed the door
And we shall also up and go
Our footsteps printed in the snow
Gleaming baubles on the tree
Remind us of what used to be
Beyond the sounds of Christmas cheer
I guess it’s just that time of year.
And soon our eyes are filled with tears
For those we won’t see any more
Who said farewell and closed the door
And we shall also up and go
Our footsteps printed in the snow
Gleaming baubles on the tree
Remind us of what used to be
Beyond the sounds of Christmas cheer
I guess it’s just that time of year.
Cannabis oil dropped on the offending tooth was the only thing to get rid of my toothache until I could get to the dentist. If you know someone who has some, try it.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day.
Briony
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Thanks for the tip Briony. I hope that you and Tom have a pleasant day.
DeleteEnjoy your Christmas, but above all enjoy your family and time together. Thanks for the poem; as it says, nothing is forever and Christmas brings out mixed feelings and brings back (hopefully) good memories.
ReplyDeleteNice to hear from you once again Brian. FeliƧ nadal!
DeleteMerry Christmas and all the best for 2019.
ReplyDeleteThank you. And the same to you Lorraine.
DeleteI hope you feel better now. Toothaches are the worst and they always seem to strike during holidays or weekends when help is hard to find.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and your family!
Your card arrived on Xmas Eve Jennifer. Thank you.
DeleteMerry Christmas Mr Pudding (does that make you a Christmas pudding?), I hope you enjoy your day and manage to numb that toothache.
ReplyDeleteHaving just staggered away from the table I certainly feel that I resemble a Christmas pudding right now!
DeleteLike your poem. Yes we miss those who've passed away...especially at Christmas.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in on Christmas Day Red. Come in. Let me take your coat. What can I get you to drink?
DeleteMy brother and I have been talking a lot today about our dad and our grandparents, so your poem resonates with me. Take care of yourself and I hope that toothache subsides!
ReplyDeleteI am very pleased that the poem meant something to you Steve. Please - no boxing with Dave on Boxing Day!
DeleteLovely poem. Yes, I do think of Christmas past and those no longer with us on this day. I hope you were able to enjoy the day and your family despite the tooth. It's awful when you feel bad on a holiday.
ReplyDeleteThe toothache retreated into its cave for Christmas Day Bonnie and I was hardly troubled by it which was a relief. I hope you had a nice day too.
DeleteMerry Christmas YP to you and all the rest of the Pudding family.
ReplyDeleteI like the sound of your Christmas, with family coming home and you writing poems and cooking. The poem is touching and so very true. I hope your toothache is under control and can soon be dealt with properly.
ReplyDeleteBrussels sprouts for Christmas? Are you mad? lol #notafanhere Actually maybe you could tell me how you prepare them, maybe that's where I'm going wrong.
ReplyDeleteAs you already know, your poem was timely for me this year also. Thank you for putting that melancholy into poetry form.
I just had to comment on Shirley's wreath also - it's really beautifully done. Looks excellent against that door.
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