Today is Christmas Cookie Baking Day chez Bacchus, so we haven’t quite yet ramped up our solstice-season holiday revelry to the briskly-drunken tempo of the partying seen above in The Youth Of Bacchus by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. (The Nymph firmly believes that too much drunken pagan revelry interferes with quality control in the production of the perfect sugar cookie.) But I hope and trust that we, here, and all of you dear readers, may all reach this level of wild revelry before the weekend is over!

My favorite detail is me, here, too drunk to ride my donkey:

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