Happy birthday to me

Yesterday evening, you and I ate out at Mexquizito,

we shared a plate of nachos,

bowls of red chili sauce and green tomatillo sauce on the side.

And you shared some of your shrimp in creamy poblano sauce with me

and I shared with you some of my birria,

the pork stewed to succulent perfection in chilies and spices and such.

And then in the middle of the night

I turned sixty and by morning

it had started to snow.

But then you made French toast and bacon,

the maple syrup so sweet from a tree.

And then the sun came out

and the snow melted away.

Who am I?

And how did I get such a big nose?

And what will we eat for supper tonight?

If I live to be a hundred,

I’ll have German chocolate cake

and a piece of coconut cream pie on the same plate.

And if I don’t make it that far,

I’ll have a red Thai curry and sticky rice with mango.

And I’ll still probably have pie or a chocolate chip cookie.

And you’ll come a waltzing Matilda with me.