Hello, beautiful kitten.
I'm sure drinking hot chocolate isn't a tradition. Coffee has disappeared. Let's use a Dutch tea bag. I can send you some ginger sprigs on the neck of a pink pelican. The night isn't so terrible if the gnomes remain vigilant in the garden. The night is a constant lullaby of sounds and wolves that don't sleep.
You walk the same streets; it's good to reconnect with some friends, if they want to stay. I'm leaving you a message etched from another time. In a bottle, in a seashell, from the heart. I'm sure you'll find it on the other shore. With radiant sunshine, with tulips or daisies.
Well, the last time I drank hot cocoa I burned my tongue and the inside of my mouth unless it's an allergy since after weeks it's still painful plus my lip was torn. LOL
If you send me the sun you can have the tulips and daisies.
Soon the wolves have their lullaby again (day and night, no moon needed). The news said in the province I am the wolves and their attacks on sheep increase. I guess the human tests will end soon although the government won't care since they want to get rid of the farmers and sheep aren't consumed by us.