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Lord of the Fries

Lord of the Fries
t’s the bewitching hour, or just a tad before, as the town’s last-minute shoppers grumpily
go about their late, late business, and the shop owners get ready to finally hang up their aprons.
We’ve done this Christmas Eve walk quite a few times, just going from the harbour to the station, from Christmas tree to Christmas tree.
Or, if they’re unlucky, catching up with some old relatives.