atram

Though the distance we feel the heat of the fire that burns the candles, and warms our heart. Colored and wonderful light illuminate the night, closed in darkness and in the frost, offering comfort and hospitality for those who are alone. Poem (C): Me “Children dreaming of Toys (Frontispiece of “A Christmas Tree Fairy”) (C): Lizzie Mack “Christmas Eve at the Grave” (C): Otto Hesse…