We celebrate Burns Night this Saturday, a celebration of the birthday of our beloved Scottish bard (on the 25th).
In our house, we'll celebrate with our fourth annual Burns Dinner, complete with wine, whisky, lamb, neaps and tatties, and of course, a lovely haggis. (This year, in fact, I aim to get a fresh-made haggis from a local butcher!)
The Burns Dinner is my personal highlight in January. I simply cannot wait!!
I wat they did na weary;
And unco tales, an' funnie jokes,
Their sports were cheap an' cheary:
Till buttr'd So'ns, wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a steerin;
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
They parted aff careerin
Fu' blythe that night.
With merry songs, and friendly cracks,
I wonder they did not weary;
And uncommon tales, and funny jokes,
Their sports were cheap and cheery:
Til buttered scones with fragrant steam,
Set all their talk a steering;
Since, with a social glass of spirits,
They partied off careering
Full of vigor that night.