Fakemas Claus is Coming to Town

'Twas the night before Fakemas, when all through the flat Not a creature was stirring, except for our cat; The sack was placed on the porch with care, In hopes that Secret Santa soon would be there; The Robinsons were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of all the stuff they still hadn't done danced in their heads; Stu needs to sweep, Em was getting herself into a flap Jerry was settling down for one of his continuous naps, When out in the garden there arose such a din, It was Andy Meyer lurking to see what Secret Santa would bring. Everyone should have their Fakemas booze and cheese Everyone's going to have a good time now….please So today is our Fakemas celebration. As the friends we have made are going to be in disparate locations over Christmas, the Robinsons have decided to host an early Xmas - a Fakemas. Today is that day. We plan to cook a big roast dinner - the bird is in as we speak, and speaking of the bird, first logisitical issue over, the bird we were initially sold was frozen, no good to man nor oven. So quick bit of thinking and we have managed to procure a thawed bird and she is in the oven roasting away...yumm - with all the trimmings and we will liberally baste our guests with various liquids that they have been tasked with bringing. Basically we are providing the roast and all other guests have been tasked with a unique contribution be it pre-nibbles, crackers, some fizz to get us on the way, some Baileys for after etc and also it has been requested that each attendee comes armed with a bottle of wine plus a cheese for a final course. I am looking forward to this already.