Christmas

Despite being parched of sleep of late, I'm still somewhat lucid. Just about.

The photo above was the festive scene that greeted me at Mother's today. My sleeping situation and the weather has made me consider one of Frost's more famous verses;

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.

He apparently wrote it after seeing the sun rise on a winter day after writing all night.

I hope there is at worst at least one line I write in the midst of this that I can admire as much as I do this wonderful poem.

Merry Christmas.

The Girl