Love

All eyes upon it; 
centre of the Christmas table. 
Exotic ingredients flown in 
from all over the world 
mixed into an annual delight. 
Almonds, figs, currants, juicy sultanas 
a hint of warm spice - how nice. 
 
Set alight to the brandy, all aglow 
a pretty passion with a heart of gold. 
Blue flames lick deliciously around 
crackling the evergreen leaves of the holly. 
 
And as it’s served and all make a wish; 
I know I don’t need to find the lucky 
silver sixpence this year. 
 
Your love shines much more brightly 
than it anyway.

Figgy Pudding.