Creative Traditional:

[Terence]

Sing a song of thruppence
baked into a pie.
Forty little children,
a gleam in our eye.

‘Twas our Christmas pudding,
(after all the turkey stuffing),
cooling on our plates -
with a bit of puffing.

Ready, Steady, Go!
We all put in a thumb,
searched for our treasure
to the last crumb.

One thruppence, two thruppence,
three thruppence, four.
I had myself a shilling -
couldn’t ask for more.

Snow was on the ground,
a nip was in the air,
‘twas a joyful season
and a time to share

Sing a song of thruppence,
here’s one for you my friend,
we’ll be pals forever -
to the very end.

[zaac]

sing a song of 5 millionence
the parents all sued
all you got left is a recipe
for money in your food

[Terence]

Merry Christmas, Zaac. I realise you may not see the message, this poem is purely self-indulgent nostalgia. I spent a part of my childhood in an orphanage/boarding school for children from broken homes - my parents divorced. One of the holiday highlights, for those who had no home to go to, was the Christmas dinner and the pudding 'treat'.
Those who found coins in our pudding would be able to go to the tuck shop and spend our fortune. This, for me, is just a story of giving, regardless how little we may have. It is something I remember Christmas by.

[Mysty]

Wow Terence..... this is similiar to a song my Mum used to sing to us when baking our birthday cakes. She used to put coins in our cakes for us to find. Her's was Sing a song of Sixpence. Anyways ... lovely write and trip down nostalgia lane. Thanks hon and Merry Christmas!



Mysty

[PaintedDiary]

Dear Terence,

I needed very much to read something positive, heart-warming and uplifting. This is it. I love this. I have heard of the coins in treats and such. My first hint that this was your personal experience or close was in the first stanza, last line...

Sing a song of thruppence
baked into a pie.
Forty little children,
a gleam in our eye.

I absolutely love this poem and the story of giving behind it Terence. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful write with us. Happy holidays to you and many blessings.

Kim {{{}}}

[nomadicrhymer]

Terence, this is pretty cool...and like Mysty, it reminds me of the "Song of Sixpence" I love that song...

I never knew that people actually would put coins in their food though...that's different, and lucky for those of you who found it! I'm glad you retained some fond memories of your youth.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Nomad

[Terence]

Thank you all, I'm pleased you enjoyed the theme. Sing a Song of Sixpence was running through my head as I wrote this. Sixpence was a LOT of money in those days, and I'm very much dating myself there.
I trust you all had a great Christmas and wish you all the best for the New Year.

With thanks, Terence

[mountainpepper]

G'day Terrence...
What a great poem...thruppence! We don't have them anymore here, but we still need our old money for the Xmas plum pudding...so I wrote a poem called 'sixpence' on the same subject.

I really enjoyed this poem of yours.

Lindsay

[Terence]

Thank you, Lindsay. Good to see the old tradition is still carried on. I don't know how it started but I would guess it's on similar lines to Boxing Day. Have you posted your poem here?

Terence

[mountainpepper]

G'day Terrence...
Thanks for reading 'sunrise'...no I haven't put up 'sixpence' yet, but I will. I've spent most of my time reading the poets thoughts.
Catch you soon

Lindsay