Hello Listers, Tomorrow is the "darkest evening of the year" and the last one in the 1900s. i wanted to share with you the Robert Frost poem which I love and taught for 28 years. Forgive me the punctuation, for I am doing this from memory. 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 wood 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 down 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. Merry Christmas to you all. Christopher Boyd