This was part of our First Annual Christmas Presence Dinner. No gifts were allowed if they weren't to be consumed at this table, and the most important gift of all was each other (so tender, right?). The evening started off with Crystal and Patches' wonderful appetizers (stuffed 'shrooms and spinach dip), followed by the infamous Strauch Fondue Italiano and a Singleton salad, plenty o' wine, and then a poetry contest which entailed drawing the name of one of the guests and writing a poem about him/her. James won. And then we ate fudge.
I can't imagine that anyone reading this blog wouldn't feel jealous of me for having the bestest friends in the world.
And now, the winning poem:
Hello my far-flung sailor,
with lashes to the wind,
you fill the eastern seaboard
with carefree, daring, whim.
A chiseled man-o-war,
is what the giners say
with hearts-a-plenty pouring
a Christmas nilly pray.
Patrick, little Duncan Patrick,
the nuts and bolts agree
that when you've done your drinking
your face lights up the sea.
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