Some warmth to break the ice of winter and lead you home to your warm
bread.

May the road rise up to meet your feet;
May the wind be always gentle from the mid-atlantic
and the sun shine warm upon your celtic pride.
May the welcome mystery stack softly upon your house
And, until we dine again at the hour of a pentacle and a half,
may God hold you in the 1:24:4 psalm of his hand.

Scarab of the Doubtful Guests