Loved being there, loved seeing you.
Loved all you gave me, save the flu.

-- Frank



[This message has been edited by FOsen (edited December 27, 2006).]

Whose gift this was I think I know--
I got it six months back or so.
Re-wrapped, be-ribboned, it moved on,
small sacrifice, a social pawn.
Degrees of separation later--
concierge, doorman, maid, headwaiter?--
it fell at last to you, old friend,
whose love for me, I see, extends,
no further than does mine for you.
So Merry Christmas to you, too.

Hey, thanks for the case of homebrew!
It seems that some bottles got through.
The others though burst
While en route, but the worst
Is my thirst isn't quenched with just two.