‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The Fine Diner team were working away, preparing Christmas delights for all those who wait
There lay the cutlery all placed with care,
In hopes that the turkey and all its trimmings would be there;

The families were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of apple crumble, sticky toffee pudding, yule log and tres lech cake danced in their heads;

When out on the drive there arose such a clatter,
one sprang from their bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window our driver flew like a flash,
Tore open the front door and grabbed the Fine Diner stash