Home for the Holidays, by Thomas Kincaid

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

  by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
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.
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 This beautiful poem comes to mind as I look outside my kitchen window tonight to watch silent snow falling on all the world around me...It is beautiful and so very peaceful.

Monday, December 2, 2013

A Christmas Neighborhood Gathering - Spreading Cheer to Those in Need

Our whole neighborhood got together this evening...pulled out some fire pits...
 Put up a big tent, with lights and music...
 Kids and grown ups came to visit and eat Christmas treats, but... 
 The real purpose of this get together was to fill these big barrels with food for the Food Bank...
 Yes, it was fun to see each other and enjoy a festive spirit...
But the REAL joy of the evening was doing for others...

What about YOU?
What can you organize with your neighborhood that would profit the needy?
It doesn't have to take a lot of time or money.
Just a little effort spread out over lots of people.
It requires heart and a desire to help.