Christmas Morning

nothing like a little sugar

winter's dark days

"Burdened and sick at heart, he feigned hope in his look, and inwardedly contained his anguish." Virgil, The Aeneid.

Thanks is giving thanks

sorrow

"When sorrow holds you in its arms of clay..." Hugh Moffat

burnt tree

"Terrors and treacheries we have in plenty.  All that may prolong a war is there: they fight now hand to hand

And arms luck gave are running with fresh blood."  Juno in The Aeneid by Virgil

The kind of focus that death causes