A JET of steam hisses into the cold night air as a red-hot poker plunges into a bowl of cider. A garlanded woman spears a piece of toast with a long fork and places it carefully among the branches of a tree.
The torch-lit ceremony reaches its climax with the crack of gunfire echoing beneath the winter sky.
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