Another Christmas in the books. All the guests must be snug in their beds by now. The Christmas wassail is warm and sweet. Might drink the whole bottle as I stare out at the silent night, awash in the magical peace of the holidays. Just one more week to go in this crazy year, towards the end we're allowed to enjoy ourselves.
Another Christmas in the books. All the guests must be snug in their beds by now.
The Christmas wassail is warm and sweet. Might drink the whole bottle as I stare out at the silent night, awash in the magical peace of the holidays. Just one more week to go in this crazy year, towards the end we're allowed to enjoy ourselves.