It\'s freezing, the cold wind\'s blowing
But in the pub, a lord greets warmly
The sizzle of pork piles up
On the griddle, the atmosphere is cozy
On flushed cheeks, and good drink,
It continuously runs to the deep night,
Embracing laughter and friendship,
People are sent off by the door light.
(Dec.21,2023, Kinsley Lee)