Robert Frost

When I was young I had to memorize a poem for school. This was the one I chose, and it will always be my favorite.


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.

The Russian Dance

Every year in school, we would perform our version of "The Nutcracker". Each year we would be asked to play different roles, but one of my most favorite to watch and perform was the Russian Dance. The Nutcracker Ballet is based on the story by E.T.A. Hoffmann called "The Nutcracker and the Mouse King". It did not become a ballet until 1892, when composer Tchaikovsky, and choreographers Marius Petipa and Lev Ivanov turned it into the magical performance we love and cherish today. The joy it brings me to watch this performance...I want to be a ballerina when I grow up!

The Snowman

This is one of my most favorite Christmas movies. If you have not seen it, I recommend watching it this holiday season!

A Tiny Giggle

Why they are cantaloupes of course!

A Simple Christmas

Our Christmas tree.

This year I am thankful for the little things. There is so much magic during the holiday season. I am not buying many gifts, most will be made. I am focusing on other things that make my holiday special. Things like packing ourselves into the car late at night to see all of the Christmas lights. Cookies! Hot Chocolate! Laying under the Christmas tree. The smell of pine. Making snowmen. Christmas crafts (I still make paper snowflakes!). My mom was so good at making things special for us. We made gingerbread houses, and filled oranges with cloves. Those are my most fond memories. I hope to reproduce that magic in my own daughters life. Teaching her to enjoy the simple pleasures, and to never get sucked into the "material" holiday. Remember to make the season magical! Happy Holidays!