Mustering up songs of triumph
slippery slope to reliance
muttering secrets into our cups
almost as scary as the silence
but let us say cheers
and tell grand stories
to laugh and cry at
on behalf of crafted glories
feeling young, it’s December
daytime has been hung
we bundle by the embers
through the tunnel
we sing, singing, sung
forgetting about the winter
we drink, drink… drunk