The Smell of Christmas
I love the smell of Christmas past
On stir up day when coins were cast,
into the pudding bowl so vast
on a cold November, overcast.
Rolling white icing for the cake
The mince pies Granny used to make
Hot chestnuts over coals we’d rake
Mum working till her poor back ached.
The smell of pine on new-felled tree
The smell of smoke from the chimney,
A snowball or a Cherry B
Mulled wine for mum and pop for me.
The gingerbread smelled oh so nice
Sweet and buttery full of spice.
Chocolate coins, chocolate mice
And Quality street to entice.
Oranges had a Christmas smell
Bananas, apples, nuts as well,
Blancmange on windowsill to gel
The rabbit jelly looking swell.
Sprouts in the pot – bubbling away
Hot turkey roasting in a tray,
I don’t care what the others say
I love the smell of Christmas day.