Happy Holidays!

[dungrollin]

Raised voices, the chinking of glasses in an enthusiastic toast, and 
the distinctly mucilaginous odour of eggnog waft from the depths of 
the old vanishing cabinet in the spare room.

She slips a note through a crack, which reads "Happy whatever, Dung," 
and tiptoes past, to check on how the dates on the palm by the front 
door are ripening up, and search for a hint of cloud in a 
dissapointingly blue sky.