On 12/24/2014 2:38 PM, graham wrote:
> When unimpressed with turkey and mince pies,
> I all alone beweep my outcast state,
> And curse fat Santa with ungrateful cries,
> And look on tasteless gifts from folks I hate,
> Wishing I had the riches I have not,
> Futures like him, like him of funds possess'd,
> Desiring this man's wife, and that man's yacht,
> With what I most enjoy presented least:
> Yet in these thoughts the season most despising,
> Haply I dine on Spam,--and then my state
> (Like to some butterfly of hope arising
> From misty dusk) sings carols at God's gate;
> For on sweet Spam I dine with such trimmings
> That I relish Christmas joy's o'erbrimmings.

I'm pretty sure Sheldon would be happy to join you. Fried Spam & eggs.

Jill