On Posy's Christmas Card several years ago...(the card was hand made)

     "And at night we win to the ancient inn

      Where the child in the frost is furled,

      We follow the feet where all souls meet

      At the inn at the end of the world.

      The gods lie dead where the leaves lie red,

      For the flame of the sun is flown.

      The gods lie cold where the leaves lie gold

      And a Child comes forth alone."

     ...G.K. Chesterton~ " A Child of the Snows"