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
Raise toasts to the old gods
As well as the new,
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.