All along the way they sing the old songs. In this area where there are
no streetlights and sometimes miles between inhabited houses. Up and
down the back roads stopping at every farm, and every cottage.
Traversing the darkness in the glow of lanterns which hang from the sides
of the sleigh.
We give them cookies. Hot buttered rum. Wassail.
For the poor people in town, we contribute Christmas treats
which we place in a basket at the back of the sleigh.
I imagine that the Christmas Ale which I contributed will be appreciated.