this time of the year

This time of the year again She has gone shopping for gifts to give the young she would not take me along, knows I would be grumpy and sarcastic and impatient. I sat on the plaza with a glass of Chianti, not because I like this wine but because it is the only Italian name I could think of, A mist of people around me, a crescendo of voices talking about about a topic they agreed upon, Noel I unfold the paper “Stalemate in Gaza.” It does not ring a bell for the consumers, in the thrall of the glittering street decoration, fake snow, and humbug We have been invited to a restaurant so grand waiters dress like diplomats, call out your name when entering Our esteemed Senor Hansen from Sweden at table number 12. What! I am not Swedish but never mind I will get revenge when asking for Alentejo Red Wine When we come back to the Algarve, it can be cold in January, a man will come from the upland with a truck of firewood, ready cut and dry. The only sound we will hear during the festivities are are the bleating of the lamb