New Year's Eve

“Come to the edge.”

“We can't. We're afraid.”

“Come to the edge.”

“We can't. We will fall!”

“Come to the edge.”

And they came.

And he pushed them.

And they flew.

Guillaume Apollinaire, 1880-1918

French Poet, Philosopher

I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.

A Child's Christmas in Wales

Singing,... without any presents at all.

Christmas day will always be

Just so long as we have we

Dr Seuss

Waiting on the Doorstep, Christmas Eve

We are so taken up and occupied with the good qualities of

this saint Christmas, that we are keeping our

friends waiting in the cold outside, well wrapped up in great-

coats, shawls, and comforters.

Pickwick Christmas

At three o'clock that afternoon they all stood high and dry, safe

and sound, hale and hearty, having taken on the road quite enough of ale and brandy, to enable them to bid defiance to the frost that was binding up the

earth in its iron fetters, and weaving its beautiful network upon

the trees and hedges.  

halfway to my knees in snow

 It came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of the houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely -ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunder-storm of white, torn Christmas cards.

Dylan Thomas

happy solstice, bring on the light

adjustment

Most people live life on the path set for them. Too afraid to explore any other. But once in a while people come along and knock down all the obstacles put in their way. People who realize free will is a gift, you'll never know how to use until you fight for it.

Thoreau

Our truest life is in dreams awake.

o christmas tree

enter the fairy

The way a crow 
Shook down on me 
The dust of snow 
From a hemlock tree 
Has given my heart 
A change of mood 
And saved some part 
Of a day I had rued.

Dust of Snow - Robert Frost

"Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother." ~Kahlil Gibran

St Nicholas Day

Lorenzetti - The Dowry.  Yes Virginia, there was a St Nicholas.

Baby it's cold outside

Because it's only 6F degrees outside my door...

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Linda Thompson-Jenner

Heaven surely knows

That packages and bows

Can never heal

A hurting human soul.

No more lives torn apart,

That wars would never start,

And time would heal all hearts.

And everyone would have a friend,

And right would always win,

And love would never end.

This is my grown-up christmas list.

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?

Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth.