I'm just hanging out with Father Winter for a bit. He sure enjoyed the ham dinner I cooked for Winterfest. He took a huge dish! I was sipping back on my booze, and I asked him where he lives. He said that he couldn't tell me though. I asked him if he would like a beverage with the ham, and he said to pour him some whisky. So, I poured him a nice strong glass of whisky on the rocks. He went, "Ho ho ho," as he poured the whisky down his throat. He said that it made his tummy feel nice and warm. Anyways, Father Winter is about the head back out there and finish delivering the rest of the presents. Once he leaves, I'm gonna get my stuff packed for me and Tara's trip to Sulani tomorrow.
