An Ode to christmas in banff
This poem was written whilst sipping gin by the fire in our home in banff on boxing day. A moment of juniper-infused reflection followed:
‘‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the town... heads were still fuzzy and feasting went down. 🍾
Stomachs still full, of turkey and sprouts... too much was eaten, without a doubt.🍗
Whether lobster at Mels, wings at Waldhaus, or a cheese fondue at the Grizzly House. 🧀
A glass of wine at Grapes, or a stein at Brew Pub...there was laughter, stories and a whole lot of grub. 🍇
The exchange of gifts and festive cheer... missing our families at this time of year. 👨👩👧👦
But Banff brings joy in the people we meet.... the best adopted family here on Beaver Street. 🐾
For Christmas in Banff is a special time... the snow, the mountains, the views are sublime. 🏔
So this festive season, let one thing be clear... keep your loved ones close, and hold them dear. ❤️
In this little mountain town, where dreams come true... health, happiness and love from my family, to you. ❄️
Merry Christmas 🎄