Prompt 23rd Dec from W.Y. Traveller…Glass
A Toast
He swirls the amber liquid round his glass,
quite lost in thought,
then smiles, stands up as bid, begins to speak,
"I'm not the sort
who yearns for festive fripperies
or sentimental cheer,
or one who writes a list of
resolutions every year.
I do not need a house
festooned with lots and lots of green,
and gaudy reds and every shiny
colour in between.
The point of gifts, the giving and receiving,
leaves me cold,
I do not need to sing
of myrrh and frankincense and gold.
A fat roast goose, with all the extra trimmings,
I'll admit,
is fine, but doesn't need a special day
for cooking it.
And yet, I've been persuaded to declare
a Christmas toast,
a chance to raise our glasses to whatever matters most,
so… here's to you, dear fellow,
to the very best of times;
to Stamford, serendipity;
shared joy in solving crimes!"
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