Welcome to my latest poetry and photography prompt where this time the word is ‘treat’.
With Christmas creeping up on us, I found myself thinking about all the different treats that are on offer at this time of the year. Of course, it doesn’t have to mean sweets – the meaning of treat is an event or item that is out of the ordinary and gives great pleasure.
One of my greatest treats is seeing Grace decorate our advent tree. It is something that I bought from a second hand store when she was a baby. It has 24 drawers, each one holding a tiny Christmas decoration that you use to decorate the tree each day of advent. It also has a music box which plays ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas’ as the tree turns.
My poem this week is based on the word treat from a food perspective. Poor Father Christmas has to go around eating mince pies, chocolates, shortbread and all sorts from lots of different houses. I decided to write a poem from his perspective on this!
He arrives there at the first house
A sleigh loaded, so complete
He creeps as quietly as a mouse
Oh look! He smiles. A treat
He pulls up at the next one
Snow crunches beneath his feet
Mince pies he spies, they look nice
He can’t resist a treat
The reindeer on the rooftop
As down below he creeps
He spots a carrot labelled Rudolph
He too deserves a treat
Sliding down the chimney
He meets embers holding heat
Some Risengrød is his greeting
A special Danish treat
Some they leave him milk
Or whiskey that is neat
Some they leave him port
But all of it’s a treat
On reaching the very last stop
He is close to admitting defeat
He spots the box of chocolates
Go on then, one more treat
The North Pole, Christmas morning
Belly full of pies and sweets
He issues the elves a warning
All I ask is no more treats!
Victoria Welton 2nd December 2015