We had our Burns' Supper dance class this past Monday (1/26). I'd had a hard day at work, so when I came home, I just decided to emulate my husband (never a bad choice, although maybe a bit lazy).

We have been practicing dances for the major ball in our area, the Valentine's Ball, and so our Burns' festivities had to wait until about 10 pm, but we managed to get a classmate to take our picture:



All the major points of a Burns' Supper were honored (except a toast to the Lassies, but that's understandable with me present )

Here, the haggis is piped in:







The Address to a Haggis:



The Selkirk Grace (I felt qualified after leading a rabble of children in this):




We had a wonderful haggis, and obviously amusing entertainment:



Because I hate to let a memorized piece go to waste, I recited "John Barleycorn", but the photos were, shall we say, unflattering, so none shall be posted.

We had to get home before our babysitter became impatient, so as a parting shot we sang:

"We know a man called Mr. Lang
And he owns a neon sign
Now Mr. Lang is very old
So we call it Old Lang's Sign!"

Be well,