My Nan

Christmas morning, time for gifts, cheesy T.V. and a barrage of toast.
It’s breakfast first, ‘n’ then onto the goodies. Take a guess, who’s got the most?
Transformers, LEGO, Action Man. “Don’t play with the cat!”
Movies, Star Wars, Where’s Martin and Jan? “I warned you about that cat.”

“Who’s for second breakfast?”, “No – really – I’m full.”
“Always room for sandwiches, so you can grow big and tall.”
Jam, butter, maybe some squash. “Don’t tease the cat!”
Bourbons and Garibaldi’s, cakes to nosh. “What if I pulled your tail like that?”

“Get some fresh air. Out from under our feet.”
“Go out and play, look both ways when crossing the street.”
Passed the corner, and over to the shop. “You don’t need to take the cat!”
Newspapers, magazines, and a bottle of pop. “At least don’t drag her like that!”

Lunchtime comes ’round so fast, “Who’s hungry for more?”
Are you joking? More food, but my tummy’s so sore.
Snowballs, macaroons, and French Fancies! “No, don’t feed the cat!”
And yes, you guessed it, more Jam sarnies. “You’ll make her get fat!”

The family sits, plays games. Talks of old times and people we miss.
Then onto today, how we are fairing, hot topics, and glass fish?
Dinner comes around. “Who’s for some tea?” “No, cola is no good for the cat!”
“Maybe more later, over Pontoon or Rummy. ”If you try, she’ll give you a spat!”

The night draws in, the pace slows. “Almost time for bed.”
Pyjamas, tippy-toes and cocoa, and a kiss on the head.
If you’re quiet and good, one last card game for you. “Don’t throw them like that!”
If you’re naughty and loud, it’s a game of ‘Gas Who’. “And no, you can’t blame the cat.”

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