Tuesday

The week before Christmas, not much left needs to be done,

Sudden panic sets in, the reality of what’s wrong.

For up above the china cabinet dust collects soft as snow,

The entire wine rack is empty, every slot, every hole.

So it’s grab the keys quickly, and head out in a dash,

Off to Chatham Hill Winery as quick as a flash.

Bottles of wine fill the racks with colorful glee,

I’ll take this one and that one, and try a bit of this one, please.

With the wine for dinner chosen and the one for Christmas dessert,

All that was left were the bottles for gifts as not to be left in a learch.

A bottle of Christmas Red and a few of Christmas White,

I’ll take the Cab Franc and Rose to drink tonight.

A Sweet Carolina Raspberry to go with the chocolate truffles so good,

Lastly another six bottles where the previous ones once stood.

So dash away, dash away, to Chatham Hill in a rush,

We’re here to help and to ease all the fuss.