This poem gives a very good narrative of a memorable night with our godson Christian. The one thing I can tell not told in the poem is the Deustches Reich salute. My Grandfather used to sit silently and had the family nickname "The Pope," because of his taciturn way. Taciturn always, he would occasionally, at a perfectly timed moment, loudly enunciate "Deutsches Reich!" in mock adoration of Adolf Hitler.