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Christmas Conversion
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Jean Blewett


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I can see her in the kitchen,
Apron on and sleeves rolled up,
Measurin' spices in a teaspoon,
Figs and raisins in a cup.

Now she's throwin' apple quarters
In that wooden bowl of hers,
'Long with lemon peel and orange,
An' she stirs, an' stirs, an' stirs.

Then she takes her knife an' chops it,
Chops so fast her hand jest flies.
Now I know what ma is up to—
Makin' mincemeat for the pies.

I smell Christmas in our kitchen,
An' my heart gets big an' glad,
An' I, somehow, fall to wishin',
That I wasn't quite so bad.

An' I tell myself I'll never
Cheat at marbles any more,
Nor make faces at my teacher,
Nor hang ‘round the corner store

'Stead of goin' on my errands;
Never touch the cookie pail,
Nor play hooky an' go skatin',
Nor tie cans on Rover's tail;

Never let Ma think it's spellings
When it's only Robin Hood.
With the gladness comes the wishin'
To be, oh, just awful good!

'Bout this time of year it takes me—
Pa, he doesn't understand,
Always says: "You sly young codger,
You know Christmas is at hand."

But it isn't that, it's something—
Can't explain it very well—
Takes me when Ma fills the kitchen
With this juicy Christmas smell.

When she chops the spice an' raisins,
With the peels an' Northern Spies,
Sleeves rolled up above her elbows,
Makin' mincemeat for the pies.

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Jean McKishnie Blewett (1862 – 1934) was a Canadian author, journalist, and poet. Born as Mary Jane McKinshie, and occasionally writing under the pseudonym of Katherine Kent, Jean came from a literary family; her brother, sister, and cousin were all writers. Jean wrote four novels, three collections of poetry, and was an editor for the Toronto Daily Globe for many years. The town of Blewett, Saskatchewan, is said to be named after her.

 

 


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Dorcas:
It is hard to find mincepie. I wonder why when it is the odor of the holidays, have we left the fragrance, cannot we create it again?
Posted 12/22/2015 11:14 AM
barbsteff:
I'm with Pa. The conversison is very temporary! Northern Spies are familiar to me from childhood, as an apple name at least
Posted 12/21/2015 03:07 PM
Jancan:
I love rhymed, metered poems that make me smile and say "Ahhh." No Wonder I like this one so much. Good choice of poem! Janice
Posted 12/21/2015 08:53 AM
rhonasheridan:
Everything smells wonderful!
Posted 12/21/2015 08:29 AM
paradea:
I love poems like this one!!!
Posted 12/20/2015 06:03 PM
Lori Levy:
Nice!
Posted 12/20/2015 01:17 PM
erinsnana:
love that!
Posted 12/20/2015 01:13 PM
KevinArnold:
All five senses.
Posted 12/20/2015 09:10 AM
carel:
Touching. Brings a smile and a tear.
Posted 12/20/2015 08:10 AM
bbatcher:
Great! Reminds me of "Jest 'Fore Christmas" by Eugene Field.
Posted 12/20/2015 06:11 AM


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