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| Robbie Burns and Barbie |
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye worthy o' a grace
As lang's my arm.
January 25th marks Robbie Burns 256th birthday. Of course, Barbie will be attending a traditional dinner complete with haggis, neeps, tatties and cranachan. Disgusting to describe, haggis is actually quite tasty and the ceremony surrounding its arrival in the dining room is charming, albeit a little loud.
A Burns dinner is a carefully choreographed affair necessitating a master of ceremonies and a deep tolerance for poetry and speeches but tradition must be observed.
Barbie is dressed for the occasion in a reasonable facsimile of a kilt and tartan sash. A real kilt takes meters of plaid and can cost hundreds of dollars. The full regalia includes wool socks, ghillies, a sporran and a sgian-dubh (a ceremonial knife).
Barbie isn't really a Scot but she is a chameleon, isn't she? The truth is she hates to miss a party and this as good a reason as any to have one.
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