Let others look for pearl and gold, Tissues, or tabbies manifold: One only lock of that sweet hay Whereon the blessed Baby lay, Or one poor swaddling-clout, shall be The richest New-year’s gift to me.
How came this ranger Now sunk in rest, Stranger with strangcr. On my cold breast? What's left to Sigh for? Strange night has come; God's love has hidden him Out of all harm, Pleasure has made him Weak as a worm.
twisted bicycles and empty pop cans line the longest street in the world- making my way ever closer to the frozen city I catch a glimpse of the relics of yesterday- paper bags and frost covered couches- chilled passengers seeking the brief warmth of the morning commute- sunlight and frost dance together and create crisp partnerships forever more- the bus driver has no trust in cats- the great dane out with it's friend sparks memories of my past- bitten in the face yet still loving dogs with such grace- the frozen city awakes as the relics of last night claim their place-