Walking in a Winter Wonderland

Christmas Cookies in Blue



Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year





This is the one season of the year when we can lay aside all gnawing worry,





indulge in sentiment without censure,
assume the carefree faith of childhood,
 and just plain "have fun."




 Whether they call it Yuletide, Noel, Weinachten, or Christmas,

people around the earth thirst for its refreshment as the desert traveller for the oasis.



 ~D.D. Monroe

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It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.

It makes an even face
Of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.

It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, —
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,
Recordless, but for them.

It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, —
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.

~Emily Dickinson