Until recently (like two days ago) I didn’t know that Robert Burns’ birthday was January 25. I also didn’t know he wrote Auld Lang Syne. Nor did I know that some Scottish folk celebrated his birthday with a dinner in his honor.
Now I know all of this because our Scottish friends, the McBride / Weatherers (or McWeatherers as some call them), have invited us to a Burns Night tomorrow.
I think I’ll recite “To A Mouse”.
I’ll let you know if I survive.