Sunday, December 4, 2011


So finding myself alone in the house, not counting dogs and cat, and having imbibed a few seasonally appropriate "winter ales", I find myself singing out loud many a Christmas carol, though I hardly bring to mind more than a line or two of the lyrics.  But the pleasant affects of seasonal ales sends my freed and loosened cerebrum upon many a lesser road not taken journey, and so I find my myself pondering life's greater mysteries. . . such as "Just what is wassailing?" 

Wikipedia: Wassailing.

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