Haggis!

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready sleight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like ony ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin', rich!

We did the Burn's Supper properly tonight... Wee one sang My Love is Like a Red Red Rose. Then we addressed the Haggis, performed by this boy and myself. He did the stabbing honours. Then after dinner, my eldest played Auld Lang Sang on the guitar which we all sang along to. Then we had a mini ceildh in our front room. It was a lot of fun.