milk, eggs, cream, vanilla, sugar & spice—
my favorite Christmas vice

But, what the Dickens is a nog?
descended from egg and grog?
distilled to offset chilly fog?
or some old British posset
warding off winter’s threat?

I wonder—
but I will not fret,
only glad that I have met
its modern incarnation.
I’m set.

To indulge in festive froth
based on the humble egg,
with a kiss of cardamom, nutmeg—
my annual toast with my “nog,”
before the yuletide log.

And what the Dickens is that—a yule-tide log?
No.
Not wandering down
yet another bog.

Originally written: 1/3/26