I am in the Catskill mountains, enjoying the eve of Christmas with snow falling, warmth indoors, and the recent memory of eating home-made cookies and eggnog. Time for some sleep! But first, I want to share my favorite Christmas Poem:
Merry Christmas from the Mountains
From the scented pines in white
From the flame and lemon sunset
From the Yule Log's crackled light
Merry Christmas from the rivers
Running free and swift and clear
Merry Christmas from the meadows
Streaked with silent running deer
Christmas Eve is hushed and holy
With its message time-undimmed
From the vast and candled skies
Come Christmas wishes on the wind:
May the mountains own Great Spirit
make your life a singing stream
May the twelve new moons now coming
Bring a purpose to your dreams
May a rainbow touch your shoulder
With a promise in its glow
May your moccasins leave hints
Of happy tracks in many snows.
-Virgina Covey-Boswell
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