This is the start of one of the most evocative of seasonal poems: Journey of the Magi by T S Eliot
'A cold coming we had of it.
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The way was deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.'
I'd simply like to thank you for reading and wish you a happy Christmas.
I'm going to take a wee blog holiday for a day or two.....