I've drunk a bit much
And think of your all out there
You're gems, I love you
Dinner blends to drinks
Dogs begging forbidden scraps
Just one. It's Christmas
Old man teaches me
The right way to eat oysters
The pleasure of slow
This eve a single gift
Youthful appetites whetted
To bed then back down
Family surrounds
Tales of Christmas past grow long
Tempers remain short
The storyteller
Needs confidence above all
To bend worlds to fit
Jagged horizon
Cloud dappled and hoary heights
The mountains await