Alrighty then...
Winds are a whipping and rain is a raining but I'm inside so I'm not complaining...

Cozy myself up beside the MTG Tavern fire here with the stinky dog and the Kits, sit myself right across from Sins with her brown paper bag full of Champers and I shall very discreetly open my wee dram bottle ( disguised as a Christmas Tree shop bag *wink*)

A sip to them All and two sips to us...warm ma toes and try to ignore the Shame~us~pong.. (Never fear Seamus ma doggie dear, Sister Jude of the Glade will be refreshing you very soon)
Now who is for a song.....?