Finish the story begins with: “As the year wound down to a close, they gathered around the table and raised their glasses.”
There were sighs of relief; surely the next year could only be an improvement. The struggles they had endured had taken their toll. None of them were getting younger, their once youthful figures were long since gone and the major social events they attended were funerals.
At least there was one thing that remained unchanged.
Athol’s Wine. He had been making it a long time and they had been drinking it just as long.
There was something about Athol’s Wine they enjoyed every time they supped together. It was more than the flavour, a rich and fruity taste that hung on your tongue long enough to make you realise how good it was to be alive.
No it was the elixir value, after all the coming year would bring about their centenaries a rare moment indeed for the worlds longest surviving sextuplets.
Merry Christmas they chortled to one another.