Goswing Christmas!

Christmas at Mother Goose’s House.

My, oh my, she is a frazzled one for Christmas. Her preparations have to be just so. I’ve never seen a bird so in a tizzy. It was fun to watch her ruffled feathers get all over everything as she checked the pies again and again and looked over the bread baskets and smacked the little hands who tried to mess up her preparations before the time.
Mother is a stickler for pomp and circumstance. She had her elder goslings calligraphy the place settings and checked and checked the magazines from Martha Goswing to find the perfect colors for the table settings for this year. Last year it was the green family, this year, blues were all the rage. She will never be said to have place settings that are, “yesterday’s news”. Current and in the scheme is her claim to fame. Every bird invited to the feast knows that they will be privy to the absolute highest in foul cuisine. I felt out of place because I didn’t know that there was a Christmas color of the year and dressed in my usual red Christmas dress. No one was dressed that way and everyone looked at me as though I was not in the “in”.