Oakwood owl counting
pilgrims at the Stryx end gate,
"Whooo passes this night?"

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Christmas Eve 2010

Florence and Dorothy 1935
My mate waiting warm in bed, I sit alone in the dark room with a glass of wine after the guests have gone, the dishes washed, and the leftover food tupperwared to the refrigerator - staring into the depths of a tree decorated with memories of long past Christmases .... remembering loved ones gone by.


Mimbres Man said...

Merry Christmas Bergs!

Anonymous said...

you certainly manage a most appropriate sentiment and metaphor to accompany...

Old Nevermore said...

Happy Christmas, Gunnar.

Old Abe

Mrs. Berg said...

My favorite ornament. Thanks for featuring it.