“Our snow was not only shaken from white wash buckets down the sky, 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 thunderstorm of white, torn Christmas cards...
“Always on Christmas night there was music...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."
This is like the scene from a movie. I came over to wish you a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2011!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Merry Christmas to you, too! And all the best in 2011!
ReplyDeleteA wonderful posting. Merry Christmas to you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful posting. Happy new year to you.
ReplyDeleteAre white Christmases not the best? Your post was very nice and descriptive about the music, snow and finally turning in for the night. I do feel bad for the southerners not used to this much snow. The storm was a bad one according to the news. But it makes great photos.
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