Everything from nails to nuts...

At the Star Mercantile

100+ years old

This is where you head at 8pm at night..

on a snowy winter's night...

cuz you need more Kahlua` for your Christmas bread..

and you tuck your PJ's in to your snow boots..

and put your winter jacket round your real tight...

and mittens on your hands...and a beanie on your head...

and you drive 1 mile down the road

to buy your prized possession...

After all, you have to make this bread, right?

and they wrap your bottle in a brown paper bag...

and as you walk out of the 'Merc'

on that winter's night..

You think to yourself..

'this must be what a bum feels like'

and you smile at your bravery...