The Starm Without

The starm without micht roar an rustle, Tam didnae mind the starm a whistle.

So, the Christmas season is upon us. Termed by some as an enforced jollification. Poor Deils! I'm fortunate mind, and well aware of that. What a fine place, what excellent food, and a bit of live gentle jazzy music from the bar. And the company - well, what more can I say? They're lucky to have me along, I guess!