Frostbluff

The Winter tree

Is fast asleep.

She dreams, in reams

Of snow knee-deep

The weather is turning colder, them nights have drawn in. Soon snow will cover these lands, as the earth sleeps in peace.

This is the time ter take stock of all things grand.

For the ninth year, The Brandy Badgers go wassailing in Winterhome!

With our Wassail
Wassail, wassail
And joy come to our jolly wassail

With our Wassail
Wassail, wassail
And joy come to our jolly wassail