Monday, November 30, 2009

On the eve of December~

Twas the night before December
and all through the manor
one can hear the titter of laughter
in unbridled candor.

Lord Craven-Moore chuckled
as he licked his lips with glee.
With Charlotte holding her spoon near his mouth,
and Amanda perched on his knee.

"Where is that imp, Kristina,"
he bellowed to the sky
and in she sashayed,
putting a twinkle in his eye.

With a face, oh so merry
and his women gathered nearby
he looked at each one
and then said with a sigh,

"It's time once again to bring merriment to all.
You've written and promoted,

all but cast me to the wall.
Well, enough is enough." He turned his head quick.

"For a few days, you're mine
and I intend to push ,pat and lick!
Every pie crust you make,
every chocolate concoction sublime!

"Let the holiday baking commence,"
he said as he grabbed the spoon from Charlotte
and clamped it between his pearly white teeth.

His smile was so devilish,
his cheeks, still unshaven
but he looked so delectable
in his red checkered apron.

"You want it all, don't you?" the three stated with mirth.
"Of course!" he replied as he unbuttoned his shirt.The Lit ladies continued, "The slaving, the rolling, we don't see the worth."
"Oh but ladies, I'm here to assist," he said with a smirk.

Their expressions perked joyously!
Their eyes, they grew bright,
as Lord Craven bent over once more
it was a heavenly sight.

"I found the sugar and flour and
I'll grease down the pans."
The LIT ladies nodded,
with a swoon as they fluttered their fans.

"You'll see, it can be fun!" he said,
laying a finger aside of his nose.
And much to the dismay of the ladies,
from his bent over stance, he arose.

but he gave them a smile
and picked up the buttery stick
"Who'd like to help me?"
All responded, toot sweet!

"Be nimble, my loves,
recipes are a delight,
but not half as much fun
as we'll have later tonight!"

"When we sit 'round the fire
and sample our wares
and eat , drink, and make merry
and whatever inspires!"

So from our house to yours
on this cold December eve,
we embark on a month of taking--
and giving, as Lord Craven quickly adds in.

Taking stock of the warm blessings
of home, hearth and good friends
and give without reservation,
our time-honored traditions!

So share with us boldly
what preparations you may--
that help celebrate this holiday season
in whatever way.

From Lord Craven and the Lit ladies--
Amanda, Charlotte, Kristina
we bid you the merriest of Christmas's
and a month of sumptuous delights!

We invite you to join us all season as we share some time-honored family recipes, soem quick tips to making your holiday less stressful and perhaps a surprise or two along the way!

Happy Holidays~
Amanda, Charlotte, Kristina & Lord Craven-Moore


My Blog 2.0 (Dottie) said...

Hi LIT!!

Um, what was he wearing under the checker apron????


Curious minds want, no need to know!

Dottie :)

Kristina Cook/Kristi Astor said...

Amanda's poetic gift never fails to astonish me!!!


And Dottie....dare I say, just think of his apron like a kilt?!

Amanda McIntyre said...

Leave it to you, Tink;)
One will just have to use one's vivid imagination! and I am deadly certain there are a multitude of colorful, lively imaginations out there!

I was thinking red silk boxers, form-fitting-festive...clingy...

and yes, Ranearia--I agree, did you see the wistful stares on the LIT ladies faces? Anticpating licking the spoon, no doubt!;)

Kristi, I bow in humble thanks to your kind words--now if I can just master the formatting of this blog posting! LOL It's a tad wonky to read, I realize, but all the more fun, perhaps!?


My Blog 2.0 (Dottie) said...

Brava Amamda, so well written!

Clingy, red silk boxers.....yum, oh dear, and cooking.... Can I come to the manor?? I just wanna watch.... I promise not to er ... touch ....

Dottie :)

flchen1 said...

My goodness! How clever are you?! Thank you for a lovely introduction to the coming holidays!

Charlotte Featherstone said...

How I envy you your talent!!!!!
Awesome job.

And Lord CM, what a disreputable rake you are!

Amanda McIntyre said...

Tink,don't make promises you can't keep! LOL I know your fingers be itchin' now!

I can't recall which of the ladies bestowed the red silken lovelies upon the good Lord CM one Christmas, but suffice it to say, it is the gift that has kept on giving ;)


Amanda McIntyre said...

Aw, flchen, how kind you are, but truly the inspiration lies in the manor itself!

I hope each of you feels welcome here and will share in the days to come some of your favorite memories, traditions, and recipes!


Jane said...

What a fabulous poem. I've been a good girl this year. Will Lord CM be leaving a little something in my stocking this year?

Amanda McIntyre said...

Lord CM says its much better to give than receive;)And I can attest that his well of giving is most generous!


Genella deGrey said...

An instant LIT hit, this classic Christmas poem will sit upon shelves with Dickens and The Peanuts.

Seriously Amanda, do you ever sleep?

Amanda McIntyre said...

well at least perhaps in the LIT Manor library, eh?

How does it go? You can sleep when you're dead...unless of course, you write paranormal...;)

Thanks for stopping in G!


Cecile said...

OH Ms. A, I am so late to this party it is not even funny!!! You know you are so awesomely talented woman **bowing down to your greatest** the pen is mightier than the sword and dear with a pen like yours... you could slay a million easy!!
Brava Ms. A!!!!

And as for the apron and what is under... Oh I know what is under... they dont call me smutty hussy for nothing, lol!!! Evil laughter!!

So, from my haven of hussy heaven to you ladies at LIT and of course my favorite Lord, Merry Christmas!

Amanda McIntyre said...

Thanks Cecile for stopping by the manor to peek at Lord CM's "apron" ;)

Be sure to spread the word that we're sharing holiday tips and fun all month long!