what is it about
christmas and food? the pig in the pot
of the
wild hills of home,
or the pig on a spit
of the
kiribati islands?
here we are civilised settled, though
and call it ham. but with good friends
and laughter
(and potatoes on the side) it is a feast;
and more,
it is christmas.
[thank you menaka, bruce and ashan for a feast fit for a north-easterner!]