Cackles and laughter as the coffee grows cold, a time for joviality yet it has us feeling so old; words are like friends – they come and they go

In nights growing colder

Tis time to be bold.

Seeking the magic of yesterday’s gone, time to tell stories to sing bright Christmas songs, send out best wishes

Jolly wassails

Raise toasts to the old gods

As well as the new,

Younger lovers

Absent good friends

To all those I knew,

Raise a glass high now be of good cheer, here’s to a fine Christmas and bright brand new year.