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A Potter's Moll: Do You Know What King Wenceslas's Favourite Pizza Is?

…Children often misinterpret the words of Christmas carols – Gervaise Phinn has made a book out of it: A Wayne in a Manger. I remember my niece singing: Away in a manger, no crisps or a bed. And a friend’s son warbling about ‘Jesus Christ the son of Bod’…

If you are not already in a festive mood, read Liz Robison’s joyful column – and begin smiling. If you are already filled with Christmas cheer, then read it and laugh out loud.

Liz is the wife of Jim Robison, an internationally renowed potter, hence the title of her column. Please visit http://www.jimrobison.co.uk/

Season’s Greetings! Do you know what King Wenceslas’s favourite pizza is? (Answer at end of this column).

December is not my favourite time of year with misty, dark, short days and what I call ‘Christmas Creep’ which means the so-called festive season extends all through the month, and everything is so commercialised.

I’m old-fashioned enough to put up the tree and decorations (‘trimmings’ now I live in Yorkshire) on Christmas Eve. The last few years we have cut the top off a holly and used it for our Christmas tree – it looks lovely with glossy leaves and bright berries.

In our family we usually have a Thanksgiving dinner at the end of November as my husband, Jim, is originally from the USA. This year there were 15 of us round the table from three generations and we had musical crackers, guitar accompaniment, piano thumping and maracas. What larks! And my butcher said he wishes everyone would have a turkey in November as well.

One of the things I do look forward to in December is the grandchildren’s Nativity concert in North Wales. Sophie, 4, did a soft-shoe shuffle throughout the singing of her nursery class’s song – better than some of the nose picking, bottom-scratching activities of some of her class mates. Megan, 5, performed delightfully as a snowflake!

Children often misinterpret the words of Christmas carols – Gervaise Phinn has made a book out of it: A Wayne in a Manger. I remember my niece singing: Away in a manger, no crisps or a bed. And a friend’s son warbling about ‘Jesus Christ the son of Bod’.

A visit to Chatsworth House in Derbyshire was a spirit- raiser recently. There were twelve rooms lavishly decorated on the theme of The Twelve Days of Christmas – with live turtle doves and French hens, and five gold rings to die for (eg one a gift from Tsar Nicholas and one a gift from a Maharajah.) The house did look magnificent with thousands of lights and lighted candles – and tinsel wreaths on the heads of marble busts. You are still funnelled into the gift shop at the end though.

On Sunday night our choir (Almondbury Ladies) gave a concert at Hall Bower Chapel – a beautiful non-denominational chapel just below Castle Hill, here in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. The chapel was packed and we were joined by the Dalton guitar group – very young musicians with an inspirational teacher. And two boys aged about 8 years old sang Walking in the Air to guitar accompaniment. Magic!

We are looking forward to seeing some of the family over Christmas, though one son and family left yesterday for a two- week holiday in Cuba. It takes all sorts, as they say.

Answer: King W’s favourite pizza is: Deep pan, crisp and even, of course!

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