Three O'Clock Bears

Here's a poem for Christmas , one which I particularly love as it conjures up all kinds of wintery imagery.
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas wherever you are and the happiest of New Years. I hope that you have a lovely rest and lots of love with friends and family around you!!
Next year is the Three O'Clock Bears 10th birthday and I am hoping that it will be a very special year!

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.
By Robert Frost