‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Mama was stirring, Chocolate Espresso tort mousse;

The table was set with the finest of care,

In hopes that good friends soon would be there;

The puppy sat ready to eat scraps of duck,

But none would go to her; she was just out of luck;

With Russ at his desk, last minute Christmas to do,

Carter wrapped presents, a favor for her mother it’s true;

As I stood at the stove sautéing duck liver,

The thought of the calories gave me a shiver;

But it’s Christmas but once in three sixty five,

So tonight we will eat not to just stay alive;

After pâté and soup, shrimp and grits will consume,

Then on to the ducks where the fat really looms;

The apples and onions sautéed in the port,

Will sweeten the birds of a holiday sort;

Corn pudding and rolls made by the Mama’s hand,

Are a treat that are the best in the whole big land;

Asparagus looms as a dish on the side,

For one guiltless item to help keep our pride;

And after the tort with butter cream thick,

There’s coconut cake if that doesn’t do the trick;

For tonight we will eat like we don’t own a scale,

One meal of celebration will not make a whale;

So to you and yours I send Christmas wishes,

I hope you enjoy all your Holiday dishes.