Twas the evening of Christmas, and all through the ship,

Not a creature was stirring, except, maybe, a mouse.

Who woke his best chefs, and told them: “here’s the food to prep, be sure to take care”,

For he didn’t want a single one of his guests to fall into despair.

The ovens heated up and the fire did roar,

While bakers prepared dishes for all to adore.

WIth Mom in her best dress, and I in mine,

We sat down with the family at the table to dine.

When the wait staff brought out the corn bread there was such a clatter,

I only got a quick glance before their were gone from the platter.



Before long our appetizers began to appear,

Our stomachs and appetites brimming with cheer!

For my brother (and others), a cold choice so fine,

They presented Pinot Noir Sorbet (with melon alongside), which had a fair dose of wine.

More rapid than Dasher, my courses, they came,

Pierogies stuffed with cheese and potato were calling my name!

Then salad! (with radishes) Red Wine! And more bread Galore!

The food just kept coming… (my jaw hit the floor!)

From Turkey to Christmas ham with Cranberries and polenta,

look at me go – I’m meal sharing Yenta!

As the meal wrapped up and dessert came,

they brought out the cakes they were also singing my grandparents names.

You see my Grandparents got married on Christmas day,

(Fifty-eight years ago she threw the bouquet.)

So that’s the story of my Fantasy Christmas dinner at sea,

It sure beats Chinese food (which is what I’d eat traditionally). My stomach full, and the timing just right, I knew I was stuffed and the eating was done for the night.

And as the Mouse looked around satisfied that all his guests had full tummies,

He winked and was satisfied with all of his yummies.

And I heard him exclaim as he drifted out of sight: