I've often wondered how you would give mulled cider to trick-or-treaters. Cartons, containers or even paper cups wouldn't work for the little tots who would walk unsteadily, spilling everywhere and then drop the container on the lawn or in the street. Perhaps a better idea would be a plastic baggie with warm cider in it. Just drop it in the bag and when they get home they would have either a sticky mess in the bottom of the bag or the baggie will be still intact and they will have to ask mommy how to get the darn cider out.
Oh yeah, love that mulled cider . . . Haven't had that in many a year. The perfect refreshment after filling those kids stomachs with oodles of candy, etc.
Tasked by his Goddess to find, relocate, and then quicken, the last three Heart Tree gem-seeds, Vanx the bard, and his motley crew of adventurers, set out to do just that.
Regis
A visit to your house on Halloween sounds delightful.
Mulled cider, is all I need. Great fun poem.
Lady Mary Ann
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I'd Rather Have Good Pizza And Good Beer...
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