CUWAM: 12 Days of Christmas


Bonds 12 Days of Christmas

The weather in Sydney makes it almost impossible to believe that summer is here and Christmas is just around the corner. Since Spring vacated, making way for the arrival of a new season that never quiet arrived….the sun is no where to be seen, and a winter like climate has enveloped the city…rain clouds fill the sky, and puddles form on every road and footpath.

Forced to stay in doors, the weather dampening any hopes of sun baking and swimming in ocean baths, the TV has been on a little more than usual…and when it is, and the Bonds underwear companies ‘ 12 Days of Christmas’ advert comes on, my spirits brighten…Christmas is just around the corner, the sun will soon shine, and everything will eventually fall into place.

This short Write on Wednesday piece is inspired by the Bonds 12 Days of Christmas advert ( which you can click on and view via the link in this post)


Macey put down the cookbook. She had spent the last hour painfully searching her cupboard for the all import spice that set her annual Christmas pudding apart.

‘Nutmeg’, she thought, ‘Where is that damn nutmeg’

She had got herself into a spot of bother. Her pudding was near completion, ready to be placed into the tin, and boiled for a good two hours, but the finishing touches, a quick sprinkle of nutmeg, was holding up proceedings.

The contents of her pantry was spread from one end of the kitchen bench to the other, and was now spilling out onto the kitchen table….and still not a trace of nutmeg to be found.

The sound of giggling momentarily distracted her….Her three children were watching tv in the adjacent room, and with a wooden spoon in one hand, a packet of raisins in the other, she poked her head into the living room to see what all the commotion was about.

She smiled….the Bonds 12 days of Christmas advert was on television, and her precious cherubs were acting out their own rendition of the commercial. She was being treated to a chicken style dance, arms folded, flapping wildly, knees bent, giggles and smiles.

‘ Look Mum, three French Hens’

‘Yes I can see, whats next?

‘Turtle doves…how can we do that?’ asked her youngest Hugh

‘ You show me?’

And on it went….and when the advert came to an end, Macey clapped and cheered. The children laughed and danced about the living room, eager to perform again for their Mother.

‘ Ok, I will stay for one more show guys, but then I have to get back to the kitchen’

The pudding was going to have to wait, the nutmeg stand-off would continue…. the children were intent on performing the 12 days of Christmas from start to finish…Macey sat down on the sofa and made herself comfortable….

9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sarah Mac
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 00:40:52

    Aww this is lovely – it really brings home what really matters.


  2. Tat
    Dec 08, 2011 @ 09:29:46

    That’s a pretty rancid peace of writing… (and by the way, I’m trying to stay anonymous, no screams of excitement please). I was thrilled to see you linking up!


    • Catch Up With A Mate
      Dec 08, 2011 @ 22:18:21

      Is that my wonderful FC direct friend?? Thanks for the compliments….I take it ‘rancid’ means you like it??


      • Tat
        Dec 09, 2011 @ 07:33:15

        I meant piece, not peace, but it’s rancid either way 🙂 and yes, it means I like it. I had missed the link, too, just went to watch the commercial. The mates milking was my favourite!

  3. Sarah Mac
    Dec 09, 2011 @ 04:27:53

    I’d missed the link – just looked at it.

    What a GREAT ad!! Those two turtle doves AWWWW 🙂


  4. Veronica @ Mixed Gems
    Dec 09, 2011 @ 07:03:38

    This was another great short story. It painted the pic so vividly. I really think you should consider a compilation one day. You’re a great story teller!


  5. Lillie McFerrin
    Dec 13, 2011 @ 02:06:54

    Such a sweet and memorable piece!! Love it!


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