A Bottle of Spirits

Christmas is like a wine. It's succulent and intoxicating. At least I assume it to be. I've never tasted of wine but I've tasted 28 Christmases.

The yuletide is however fleeting. The wine bottle is soon empty. Even Dickens knew how Christmas Present is, it's life ending this very night. The twenty-fifth passes away and the twenty-sixth takes its place.

The tree still stands aglow until the coming of the new year but the gifts aren't there anymore. The bottle is empty and so are the goblets.