l'hiver

I'm getting anxious for Christmas.

It's finally getting cold in New York.

So I have started celebrating by making a new header

and drinking lots of hot chocolate with my friends..

*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.*

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" 

by Robert Frost