T'was the night of Sandy's last party and all though the house, creatures were beginning to stir, even this little mouse. He could sense excitement in the air, people ready to go on a tear...

The open road was a calling, and the roads were quite bare. Sandy must have been out early, so that all could get there...

They scurried in from far and near, all knowing there would be tunes and some beer.

There was Michael C. and Blair,
from across the way...

And a few more gathered along the way...

They came through the door bearing gifts galore, biscuits and cheese, "scrumpets" and more...

The musicians and friends were now all there, ready to drive'er on some old kitchen chairs...

The dancers were light and nifty on their feet, for all of us to watch, My, what a treat!

Every nook and cranny was filled to the brim, while others stood outside unable to squeeze in...

The tunes were a blastin', Strathspeys, Jigs and Reels, From King George The Fourth to Big John MacNeil...

There was Keiths and Oland's and Labatt's Blue, all empty on the table by quarter after two...

By the end of the night, all were content, half in the bag and pretty well spent....

Oops...Someone forgot to tell this fella the party was over. Bet he woke up with quite the hangover. But maybe he was the smart one with all the insight, who knew that tunes would happen again on another frosty night.... TO BE CONTINUED....