

WHEN ENOUGH IS MORE THAN ENOUGH.
My family is dysfunctional I love them just the same
but have to say to keep the peace becomes a bloody pain,
every Christmas chore is doubled – and this year I just said No
either all join in together or the whole things a no show.
I don’t think they appreciated my cranky little rort
but I’m getting old and these days a bun fight is not what’s sought.
I’m quite happy spending Christmas day alone with just my girls
and that wish may just be granted, judging by the way lips curled.
Christmas time is purported to be about peace and good cheer
and if there is none forthcoming why then are we gathered here?
None had an answer for me but I hope it makes them think.
If they don’t turn up no matter – all the more for me to drink.
So I’ve cut back on the Christmas cake, mince pies I’ve but a few.
Done away with the turkey so a chook will have to do.
There’s some king prawns in the freezer, brandy custard in the fridge.
That’s a feast for me and my two – our Christmas wishes are ridgey didge.
Maureen Clifford © 12/11