Friday Noir: Winter Perdition
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…
The wind howls outside, rattling this old, drafty house.
Snow starts to fly.
Yeah, maybe somewhere chestnuts are roasting, just like Ol’ Nat sang about one time long ago.
Me, I got a rocks glass of rye, and some cold hash to finish.
Yuletide carols, being sung by the fire…
Nothing being sung here.
Though I wouldn’t mind if that dame from the club dropped by.
She’d melt the icicles off ol’ Jack Frost’s nose. Yessiree.
Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow
Year is drawing down, not much going on.
Time to rest up, regroup, recharge.
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
Not this tot.
Winter perdition is here.
Tough to sleep when you don’t know who’s going to come blasting through the door.
Just wish it were that dame.
Merry Christmas to me.
And you, ya mugs.
I first ran this photo and story a few years ago. But today, on the day of the Winter Solstice here in New Jersey, and just a few days before Christmas, it seemed like a good time to rerun.
From my end, Christmas shopping is done and my the excitement of the kids – especially my two boys – is at a fever pitch. Santa will be good to all of them, I think.
And to me, I hope.
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