As usual at this time of year, we send greetings to everyone to whom we don't send a physical Christmas card, with a copy of the photos we use for it.
The Shortest Day – Susan Cooper
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 so do we, here, now,
This year, and every year.
Welcome Yule!
It has been a mixed year with Mr Bufo's health, but it seems to have stabilised a bit, since a dip soon after the week of parties. Here again is the picture of the two of us, this time in the frame that was a gift for his birthday.
