A wee poem from our good friend.
With purchases of 18 kilts and jackets, Daniel Breslin is a loyal customer of kiltmakers.co.uk. He’s a well known character here in Aberdeen and at just 89 years young has an enthusiastic knowledge of Aberdeen and its past. He is a great poet and his poetry reflects his humour and dedication to the city.
Daniel kindly shared one of his recent poems with us, and as we couldn’t resist the opportunity to share it.
Have great Christmas from all at Alex Scott – kiltmakers.co.uk.
My Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my true love said to me,
I’m glad we bought fresh turkey and a proper Christmas tree.
On the second day of Christmas much laughter could be heard,
We tucked into our turkey, a most delicious bird.
On the third day we entertained people from next door,
The turkey tasted as good as it had the day before.
Day four relations came to stay, Gran is looking old,
We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold.
On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes flurried,
But we were nice and warm inside, for we had turkey curried.
On the sixth day, I must admit the Christmas spirit died,
The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles fried.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love she did wince,
When she sat down at the table and was offered turkey mince…
Day eight, and nerves were getting frayed, the dog had run for shelter.
I served up Turkey pancakes, with a glass of Alka Seltzer.
On the ninth day our cat left home, by lunchtime Dad was blotto,
He said he had to have a drink to face Turkey risotto.
By the tenth day the booze had gone, except our home made brew,
And if that wasn’t bad enough we suffered turkey stew.
On the eleventh day of Christmas the Christmas tree was moulting,
The mince pies were as hard as a rock and the turkey was revolting.
On the twelfth day, my true love had a smile upon her lip,
The guests had gone, the turkey too, we dined on fish and chips.
- (c) Daniel Breslin 2008.
