Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Day Eleven: 'Christmas Fire, Christmas Fare' by Sarah L Dixon

Christmas fire, Christmas fare

I scrumple last week’s paper

into colourful splints

form a layer

above the metal grid

that holds the fire high.

I crunch bacon sandwiches, one second from burnt

as we open well-wrapped presents,

up-end stockings, stuffed with daftness

Kindling criss-crosses

firelighters crumble randomly

Turkey crown draped in bacon

slowly, secretly, browning under foil,

asparagus butter-laced,

roast potatoes, broccoli trees drizzled with gravy.

Our first married Christmas at Halstead.

Stockings, turkey, an open fire.

Sarah L Dixon

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