Christmas pudding isn’t just a dessert,
That you try to keep from spilling on your shirt.
It’s filled with fruit and a silver coin,
That you search for after eating tenderloin.
Made weeks or even months in advance,
With thirteen ingredients not by chance.
The British pudding is steamed and lit,
And doused with custard when it cools a bit.
If you find the silver coin inside your cake,
Luck has found you through a pudding bake.
Happy December becomes happy all year,
Sweet blessings filled with love and good cheer.
Top it with holly and red berries for show.
Plum pudding tastes better than holiday snow.
Stir up the wishes with a round of applause,
And be sure to save a piece for Santa Claus.
Copyright 2018 Jennifer Waters