Seems things are getting rather tense around here so I thought I would throw this out there. Keep in mind I live in the land of Lutfisk and feel simular as this lad... For those of you who may not know what lutfisk is it is fish perhaps cod soaked in Lye to preserve it then rinsed to remove the lye and boiled to the consistancy of gelitin. The one upside to a lutfisk feed is the Lefsa... a potato tortilla like concoction that is out of this world.<br /><br />'Twas the day before Christmas with things all a bustle. <br />As mama got set for the Christmas Eve tussle. <br /><br />Aunts, uncles and cousins would soon be arriving <br /><br />With stomachs all ready for Christmas Eve dining. <br /><br />While I sat alone with a feeling of dread, <br /><br />As visions of lutefisk danced in my head. <br /><br />The thought of the smell made my eyeball start burning, <br /><br />The thought of the taste set my stomach to churning, <br /><br />For I'm one of those who good Norwegians rebuff, <br /><br />A Scandahoovian boy who can't stand the stuff! <br /><br />Each year, however, I played at the game <br /><br />To spare mama & papa the undying shame. <br /><br />I must bear up bravely, I can't take the risk <br /><br />Of relatives knowing I hate lutefisk. <br /><br />I know they would spurn me, my presents withhold <br /><br />If the unthinkable, unspeakable truth they were told. <br /><br />Then out in the yard, I heard such a clatter; <br /><br />I jumped up to see what was the matter. <br /><br />There in the snow, all in a jumble, <br /><br />Three of my uncles had taken a tumble. <br /><br />My aunts, as usual gave what for, <br /><br />And soon they were up and through the door. <br /><br />Then with talk and more cheer, an hour was passed <br /><br />As mama finished the Christmas repast. <br /><br />From out in the kitchen, an odor came stealing <br /><br />That fairly set my senses to reeling. <br /><br />The smell of lutefisk crept down the hall <br /><br />And wilted a a plant, in a pot on the wall. <br /><br />The others reacted as though they were smitten, <br /><br />While the aroma laid low my poor helpless kitten. <br /><br />Uncles Oscar and Lars said, "Oh, that smells yummy," <br /><br />And Kermit's eyes glittered while he patted his tummy. <br /><br />The scent skipped on the ceiling and bounced of the floor <br /><br />And the bird in the cuckoo fell to the floor. <br /><br />Mama announced dinner by ringing a bell; <br /><br />They pushed to the table with a yump and a yell. <br /><br />I lifted my eyes to heaven and sighed, <br /><br />And a rose on the wallpaper withered and died. <br /><br />With leaded legs I found my chair <br /><br />And sat in silence with an unseeing stare. <br /><br />Most of the food was already in place; <br /><br />There remained only to fill the lutefisk's space. <br /><br />Then mama came proudly with a bowl on a trivet, <br /><br />You would have thought the crown jewels were in it. <br /><br />She placed it carefully down and took her seat, <br /><br />And papa said grace before we would eat. <br /><br />It seemed to me, with my whirling head, <br /><br />The shortest prayer he'd ever said. <br /><br />Then mama lifted the cover on the steaming dish <br /><br />And I was face to face with that quivering fish. <br /><br />"Me first," I heard Uncle Kermit call, <br /><br />While I watched the paint peel of the wall. <br /><br />The plates were passed for papa to fill; <br /><br />I waited, in agony, between fever and chill. <br /><br />He would dip in the spoon and hold it up high; <br /><br />It oozed onto the plate, I thought I would die. <br /><br />Them came my plate and to my fevered brain <br /><br />There seemed enough lutfisk to derail a train. <br /><br />It looked like a mountain of congealing glue; <br /><br />Oddly transparent, yet discolored in hue. <br /><br />With butter and cream sauce I tried to conceal it; <br /><br />I salted and peppered, but the smell would reveal it. <br /><br />I drummed up my courage, I tried to be bold. <br /><br />Mama reminds me to eat before it gets cold. <br /><br />I decided to face it, "uff da," I sighed; <br /><br />"Uff da, indeed," my stomach replied. <br /><br />Then I summoned that resolve for which our breed's known. <br /><br />My hand took the fork as with a mind of its own. <br /><br />And with reckless abandon that lutfisk I ate, <br /><br />Within twenty seconds I'd cleaned up my plate. <br /><br />Uncle Kermit flashed me an ear to ear grin, <br /><br />As butter and cream sauce dripped from his chin. <br /><br />Then, to my great shock, he whispered in my ear, <br /><br />"I'm sure glad this is over for another year!" <br /><br />It was then I learned a great and wonderful truth, <br /><br />That Swedes and Norwegians, from old men to youth, <br /><br />Must each pay their dues to have the great joy <br /><br />Of being known as a good Scandahoovian boy. <br /><br />And so to you all, as you face the great test, <br /><br />Happy Christmas to you, and to you all my best!
