The office party

The dance floor was a dusting of snow, the mirror ball, the moon.  We waltzed up to the summit of Pen-y-ghent in the moonlight with the Great Bear rising directly over the top.  At the shimmering gates, we ate Christmas soup and an owl serenaded us as we took our carriage home.  We stopped to watch him for a while as it was well before the clock struck midnight.

Now, that’s my kind of office Christmas party.