Twas a night (or two) before advent and we gathered, all, to eat,
The many festive food-stuffs that the shops had made as treats.
From mince pies to cheesy nibbles, to a rich and fruity pud,
We came along and tried them all, and decreed which one was good.
The crackers snapped, the jokes were told; mulled wine: it warmed our hearts,
Our conclusion, thus - 'to Aldi, we will go, when the shopping season starts'.
(There was also some excellent live drama, a first showing from the 'St Stephen's Players', which I'll leave you, dear reader, to fit into my verse above.)
