Literature
Solstice Greetings
It's the beginning of the weekend before Christmas, you've got everything sourced & sorted. From that which you give to that which you consume, like the turkey the nut-roast, the ham, boxes of fruit & veg along with plenty of booze. And it's all thanks to your little piece of plastic, your flexible friend. You're having a well earned rest & a very well earned drink, sitting before a roaring log fire, watching the flames climb up the chimney. You're drawn inward by the warmth of the fire, when suddenly, a face appears in the flames, an old man, his face painted, his long white beard plaited. Smiling, he holds out his hand, beckoning to you.
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