Duncan found a recipe printed neat and clear
Measured out the spices said we'll do it proper here
Nutmeg cream and sugar eggs all whisked just right
He followed every step like it was gospel word for word that night
We gathered round the counter mugs all lined in rows
Something in the mixing bowl began to faintly glow
Why is it blue?
That's not what eggnog does
It should be creamy soft and white
Not… whatever this stuff was
Why is it clear?
Why does it shine like that?
Why does it smell incredible
And hum a little flat?
He checked the list again and said I didn't miss a thing
We checked the eggs the milk the cream the festive everything
No substitutions made no rogue ingredients
But something in that jug was showing… confidence
It shimmered in the lamplight quietly obscene
Somewhere between this is fine and this has never been seen
Why is it blue?
That's not what eggnog does
It shouldn't catch the light like glass
Or fizz or softly buzz
Why is it bright?
Why can we see right through?
Why does it taste so perfect when it absolutely should not do?
We considered not drinking it
Briefly
Very briefly
Duncan said
I followed the recipe
We all agreed
that felt legally binding
It's very blue
But that's alright with us
It tastes like Christmas should have been
If Christmas had… a plus
It's glowing now
We're glowing too
We don't have answers that is true
But Duncan made eggnog
and it's blue