5 December 2012
Mum & Dad with me and bro
We moved to a bigger house But dad still baked the bread He'd bring home lots of treats We were all well fed
At Christmas time We'd watch Whilst he would bake at home The smell of fresh baked bread Throughout the house would roam
As he baked the mince pies We'd watch him from afar Make that short crust pastry And fill it from a jar
Filled with piles of fruit Pastry golden brown Straight out of the oven Still hot we'd scoff them down
Dad doesn't bake no more But if I close my eyes I can still smell & taste those homemade mince pies!
@ 05/12/12
Mince Pies • Opuss № I