Christmas Pudding

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I was only thinking the other day how when as a little girl I used to kneel on a chair next to mum in the kitchen preparing the Christmas cake and puddings. It used to be just one pudding but as the family expanded and mum's reputation for the very best christmas pudding you could ever eat grew so did the number of puddings to be made. The recipe older than myself and on faded and frail paper emerged I knew mum and I had our work cut out for us. Doubling, then trippling and so on till the right number of puddings to satsify all was calculated and ingredients weighed.
Dad wasn't left out, his job was to fire up the old copper which stood idle and unused for 364 days of the year but mum would never part with it, where else could you boil up this large quantity of puddings.
I used to scour the house looking for threepennies. There wasn't a money box, drawer or handbag that wasn't searched. The more I found the bigger the prize. They were all boiled up and added to the family pudding. My brothers and I used to see which one of us would get more. I used to win most of the time because dad would sneek me his findings.
Mum and dad are both gone now, I miss them terribly but this memory is still alive and always puts a smile on my face.
I am sure there are many stories like this.

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