One more poem, in 2024

I call this one - "Poem Inspired by Rather a Lot of Mulled Wine"

Ambling on, we approach another new calendar
Rambling on through this blogsite, Rory continues to waffle
Trifle has been eaten, turkey imbibed
alcohol infused chocolates quaffed in abundance
the glow of the tree lights dances in the edge of my sight
and makes me regret the third bottle we opened tonight
But what is December if not The Merry Month of Merriment?
Let me create, for the first time in a while, some Initialoetry:

Don't eat Christians. Eat methodists, baptists; even rabbis.

Sorry - best I could come up with.

RC 31-12-24