Leftovers

Posted on December 30, 2016 by Sue Vincent

There were years when the table groaned under the weight
Of the Christmas delights I had cooked.
With a house full of teenagers, everything went
With no delicacy overlooked.

This year I was cooking for me and the dog
With a son coming round as a guest,
So I did little shopping, stayed well in control,
Thinking minimalist would be best.

I hadn’t gone mad, I had spared the excess…
Kept it more like a good Sunday dinner…
(With a good Yorkshire tea, for the end of the day)
But I’m not feeling righteously thinner.

I have eaten the last of the home-made mince pies…
It’s a hard job, but someone must do it.
The turkey, with help from the small dog, has gone
As she happily ate her way through it.

The rich Christmas Log, made of chocolate and cream
Disappeared when I brought out the custard.
The last of the ham went in nice crusty bread
Thickly slathered with butter and mustard.

The pecans were lethal, I couldn’t resist,
Kept on munching once I’d got the taste…
But what can you do, when there is only you
And you won’t let good food go to waste?

“Oooh you’ve lost some weight,” I was told Christmas day
Which was nice, ’cause I’m not on a diet.
I wasn’t too sure it was accurate though,
But I thought I’d keep that idea quiet.

I’ve still got the Christmas cake left to consume
And a trifle, some cheese and the wine…
The groaning this year may well be from the scales
And the Christmas delight was all mine.

I wonder if calories can be used up
By a writer composing a ballad?
But one thing I know, to the small dog’s disgust,
I’ll be starting the new year on salad!

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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59 Responses to Leftovers

  1. Ms Skyfall says:
    December 30, 2016 at 06:20

    Thats a nice way to start New year… What about the rest of the days….? Lololol…. 😊😛

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  2. ravenhawks magazine says:
    December 30, 2016 at 06:51

    You could always send food home with the dinner guest if the small dog does not mind, It would mitigate the damage to the waist line.

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  3. Dorinda Duclos says:
    December 30, 2016 at 07:55

    If I had known you had all that delightful food, I would have joined you! Salad is good… potato salad, macaroni salad 😊

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  4. robbiesinspiration says:
    December 30, 2016 at 08:03

    Haha Sue, this is so funny and so true.

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  5. willowdot21 says:
    December 30, 2016 at 09:20

    You are not alone!!

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  7. jenanita01 says:
    December 30, 2016 at 09:37

    not sure about the salad, still too cold for that in my opinion, but I may have to start ignoring the hunger pangs!

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  8. Ritu says:
    December 30, 2016 at 09:55

    Oh Sue I think we’re all feeling the strain of Christmas excesses! As long as all was enjoyed though!
    I’ll be joining you on the salads lol!!!

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  9. Judy E Martin says:
    December 30, 2016 at 11:06

    Reblogged this on Edwina's Episodes and commented:
    I just LOVE this poem by Sue. I will be on the salads too as I am sure, will many more of us!

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  10. Mary Smith says:
    December 30, 2016 at 11:54

    Yep, I’m there with you, Sue. Have you noticed how much faster the pounds go on nowadays – and how much slower they come off?

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  11. vanbytheriver says:
    December 30, 2016 at 12:20

    You are so not alone, Sue. My sugar intake is always the problem at the holidays. I bake, and I eat my stuff. But, it’s worth it…I wouldn’t have it any other way. Good luck with all that salad ! poor Ani ???

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  12. Diary of a Dublin housewife says:
    December 30, 2016 at 18:43

    I just ate a whole bag of maltezers while reading this…pass the lettuce leaf please :p

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  13. Widdershins says:
    December 31, 2016 at 00:14

    Mrs Widds butter tarts, and mince tarts, and shortbread biscuits, and sugar cookies …. all gone, or in the freezer! 😀

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  14. oneta hayes says:
    December 31, 2016 at 04:35

    You have a fun way to explain those after Christmas leftover results. I just moan and groan about having the lone responsibility of eating the leftovers. I certainly would hate to have the family know I threw them away after all that work! Just doing my duty.

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  15. Marilyn Armstrong says:
    December 31, 2016 at 06:11

    Dogs totally don’t “get” salad. Poor Garry has also had to deal with consuming all the mince pie, but he has prevailed and there’s but a tiny bit of crust left. Just us two and the dawgz for New Year’s. And really, truly, that’s just FINE.

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  16. macjam47 says:
    December 31, 2016 at 15:26

    I’ve always loved cooking and baking for the holidays, but with my children grown and just the two of us, it’s not the same. No more sweets for me. Soup and salad time has arrived.

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  17. dgkaye says:
    December 31, 2016 at 17:46

    Lol, I can so identify! Happy New Year to you Sue. xo 🙂

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  18. noelleg44 says:
    January 1, 2017 at 13:45

    Arg, the pounds! I’m actually looking forward to the salads. And how is Ani? Any extra weight there or does she just run it off? Great poem, but it made me feel guilty!

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