A slightly adapted version of the Christmas classic, “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” – with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and at Formaggio Kitchen,
Not a creature was stirring, not a thing was a twichin’;
The salamis were hung by the cheeses with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The mongers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Comté danc’d in their heads, (more…)