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Advent

The wind in winter woods is like
a shepherd to his flock of flakes
and soon the firs anticipate
how blessed will be the light

The neighbourhood looked especially lovely after it snowed. We even had a white Christmas.

Cecil Day Lewis (1904-1972) Put out the lights now!Look at the tree, the rough tree dazzledIn oriole plumes of flame,Tinselled with

In Vancouver, we’re lucky when we occasionally get a good snowfall, though it never lasts long. That’s why I always

Esther Schönwandt In the heart of a snowy forest, surrounded by towering giants, there stood a tiny fir tree. She

There are several attitudes towards Christmas

‘Twas the first night of Christmas a long time ago,The hillside was peaceful, the moon was aglow.The world couldn’t know

Robert Frost (1874-1963) Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will

Robert Frost (1874-1963) A Christmas Circular Letter The city had withdrawn into itselfAnd left at last the country to the