Tonight's Poet Corner: Wailing With Wassail
Wailing With Wassail by Belinda Roddie They say a hot mulled cider is good for stopping tears, cinnamon strong enough to conquer woes and regrets about the night you took your brother's wife to bed. See, if you pour some special Christmas charm into the mug, straight out of a crystal vial, the potion can do wonders for your stomach, brewing up a pot of courage that can easily freeze over in the winter breeze. There, look: Here she comes now, skipping to the Yuletide reel, ready to sing a carol with you, drink wassail with you, toast to a better harvest with you, while you wait for the heat to settle so you can hide away in the snow.