"The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow
gave a luster of midday to objects below . . . "
Clement Moore, " 'Twas the Night Before Christmas"
'Twas midnight and the dogs wanted out. I opened the door on
Moore's poetic reflection. It had been snowing off and on all day
and just for a moment, the clouds had parted and the full moon
lit the snowy woods like a fairy land.
The snow glistened. The dogs wandered. I stood transfixed in
sheer enjoyment and at peace with it all. Once in a while literature
comes to life and we learn where our favorite authors find their
inspiration. May you find yours ~ with blessings
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