Salmon in a plastic film, as it swims
Through Scottish lochs in icy schools,
Followed up with chocolate fingers
Smeared around excited mouths that lick at lips.
Even the cat has something special
Served inside his silver bowl, a festive mousse
All dished out when humans eat.
We have turkey stuffed with sage,
Potatoes piled with gravy boats that sailed the seas
As we reach heaven on boards of cheese
That float until the cracker snaps
And all that’s left is cold sweet meats
To fill our bread for days to come
With cranberry sauce and stuffing balls.
The point of Christmas is the food,
Putting us into that festive mood.
I’m all about the Christmas food! Since I stopped drinking four years ago, the food has become the most important part of the day (aside from family, obviously).
I love everything from the meats to the potatoes, the pigs in blankets to the yule logs, the salmon breakfast to the posh biscuits. I adore every part of it. And I feel like it’s a necessary part of my day to stop me drinking.
Christmas can be hard, especially if you are sober and everyone around you is drinking. You need to hang onto every good thing you can to stop yourself from touching the stuff.
But I’ve done it four times now and I know that anyone who is struggling can do it too. Even if you haven’t had issues with alcohol, I do hope you have the best Christmas ever and really enjoy that meal.