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Because Nov. 23 until Dec. 22, is really Fall, I am referring to this as Un-Winter Cup |
| Scotland's land is rugged and divine, It's rough and covered with heather In the balmier days of summer But winter claims the mountain line No Santa used to venture here That tradition was further south The British basked in word of mouth But Scotland let it quietly endear. For them it was all Hogmanay Where gifts were given And homes of friends visited and striven To pass on the luck this very day. The first foot to enter brought good luck Crossing the threshold with symbolic gift Salt, coal, whiskey or black bun to lift The fortunes for a merry year, not going amok. A feast with friends must also be had Shared food and drink are given to guests A time of goodness to be had, suggests It cannot be a that very bad. Lines = 20 Day 9 ▶︎ ** Image ID #1855238 Unavailable ** ![]() |