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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village through;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


It's the darkest night of the year.
May your home be filled with the warmth, comfort, and light that keeps the darkness and cold from your door.
As the Sun returns, may it bring you and those you love joy, laughter, and prosperity.
Happy Yule!
 

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