Christmas and Potatoes

Tis the season of joy and all things festive , we send cards and best wishes to relatives we don't like and hope we only have to see at some funeral or wedding where our attendance is a necessity or clan war will break out...that's what it's like when you are independently wealthy and your outlaws are poor as church mice and suffer from poor breeding...though they have never stolen the silver from my humble mansion(only because i hide it)...I distinctly remember being a naughty boy one year and my father and mother said to me that i will only get a Santa sack full of potatoes if i keep being obstreperous,as i child i never knew what that word meant but on that Christmas morning i rushed to my sack that appeared full of magnificent toys and alas to my shock and horror there was my Santa sack full of Pontiac potatoes...yes that left me scarred and bitter....though i did eat a lot of potatoes that summer both steamed in their jackets and whipped with butter on top... Tartly Roud