Monday, December 21, 2009
And so the Shortest Day came and the year died
And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world
Came people singing, dancing,
To drive the dark away.
They lighted candles in the winter trees;
They hung their homes with evergreen;
They burned beseeching fires all night long
To keep the year alive.
And when the new year’s sunshine blazed awake
They shouted, revelling.
Through all the frosty ages you can hear them
Echoing behind us - listen!
All the long echoes, sing the same delight,
This Shortest Day,
As promise wakens in the sleeping land:
They carol, feast, give thanks,
And dearly love their friends,
And hope for peace.
And now so do we, here, now,
This year and every year.
by Susan Cooper
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
I don't, I tell her, and what she doesn't realize is that this is almost true.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Three of them living!!
This seems too good to be true...
I told some women today, as Liam was getting his hair cut and they were cooing about how he must be such a good big brother, I said, "These are the luckiest little girls to have Liam as a big brother."
Then later, in the car, he told me, "I am sure Charlotte would have been a great big sister, too."
And she would have, and he remembers that.