‘Twas the night before Taco Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The toppings were prepped in the kitchen with care,
In hopes that St. Salsa soon would be there.
The guac was nestled all snug in its bowl,
ith visions of tortillas warming each soul.
And Kim in her apron, a holiday queen,
Had just laid the spread—a taco lover’s dream.
When out on the table, there arose such a clatter,
We sprang to the feast to see what was the matter.
Away to the buffet, we flew like a flash,
Scooping up queso in a hunger-fueled dash.
The salsa did sparkle, the tacos were bright,
Each bite was pure magic, a true holiday delight.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a platter of carne asada and chicken to cheer!
With laughter and love, the evening took flight,
Family and friends lit up the night.
We toasted to joy, to health, and good cheer,
To moving with purpose, through each precious year.
"Now lettuce, now onions, now sour cream mountain!
On carnit…
