Grampster pads into the kitchen, opens the cupboard and selects a proper glass and sets it on the counter. Moving stealthily to the refrigerator, he carefully removes the jug of home made eggnog. Returning to the countertop and glass the nog is gently placed next to the glass. Reaching back into the depth of the cupboard, Grampster reverently removes the bottle of Glenlivit, pull the cork and pours a liberal dollop into the proper glass.
Carefully removing the top from the jar of eggnog, he pours the tasty substance gently over the Glenlivit. The substance swirls and blends together, filling the glass to the brim. The fine Scottish nectar as well as the homemade nog are placed back into their proper places.
Grampster pads back into his office overlooking the snowswept plain of the frozen lake and sits back down in front of the screen that is a window to the world. He silently gives thanks for all those who sacrifice for the well being of others and thinks about all the folks that inhabit this place called THR; folks that he has never met, but have become familiar names and places over the last year of turmoil in this world that we inhabit. He slowly raises his glass to all of them and you and yours and wishes everyone Godspeed as we move into the new year and he takes a long and grateful sip of the nectar given by the Lord of us all.
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