"Robert Burns (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796), also known as Rabbie Burns, the Bard of Ayrshire, Ploughman Poet and various other names and epithets,[nb 1] was a Scottish poet and lyricist. He is widely regarded as the national poet of Scotland and is celebrated worldwide. He is the best known of the poets who have written in the Scots language, although much of his writing is also in English and a light Scots dialect, accessible to an audience beyond Scotland. He also wrote in standard English, and in these writings his political or civil commentary is often at its bluntest."
~Wikipedia on Robert Burns
Okay, so my family has very few (if any) connections to Scotland. There may have been a few ancestors with names like Hay, Scott and Young, but I don't consider myself to have any, meaningful Scots heritage.
That said, my family and I do celebrate Burns night. First of all, because celebrations that honour poets are few and far between. And, well, any excuse to drink whisky, right?
We have haggis bought from Sainsbury's with a nice whisky sauce. And I was lucky enough to be bought some Glenfiddich for my birthday. As well as a blended whisky, in case the wife wants to drink whisky with a mixer.
We'll recite a little poetry and drink in honour of the man and his work.
To be honest, I'd probably eat haggis all year round, too, if I could...
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