‘Twas the day before Christmas, it was busy in the kitchen,
The prime rib a roastin’ had the house smell bitchin’.
The turkey for smoking was brining with great care,
In hopes it would be juicy without depending on just a prayer.
The family wrapped presents, and hid them under the bed,
With visions of brioche dancing in their heads.
When out on the porch there arose such a flurry,
It was the Fedex man, making a final delivery.
Away to the door, I flew like a flash,
Handed him a tip with a wad of cash.
Tore open the box, it was from my friend Chef Dave at Earthy,
Oh, what was in the surprise box, was I worthy?
A lump of coal?
Squeal! Joy! My giddiness out of control.
A black Oregon truffle, so big I could sing!
And maybe even worth more than my wedding ring.
What to make? Lobster? Risotto? Maybe roast pork?
Whatever the dish, just wanted to wish, a late Merry Christmas from the big dork.