These woodlands are lovely, dark and deep, and full of deer that sleep by day and eat in early morning and evening. Woodlands are not true forests, but should allow patches of sunlight for diverse herbaceous vegetation made up of forbs and grasses at ground level.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS, ... no childlike faith, no poetry, no romance ...

Jolly old St.Nicholas Lean your ear this way Don't you tell a single soul What I'm going to say Christmas Eve is coming soon Now, you dear old man Whisper what you'll bring to me Tell me if you can... Johnny wants a pair of skates; Susy wants a dolly Nellie wants a story book... As for me, my little brain Isn't very bright; Choose for me, dear Santa Claus, What you think is right.

The missus knit Santa a new hat from the best woolen yarn to wear to bed when the wind outside howls and covers aren't enough to keep one warm.

"Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty?“ Alice said. "...I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' " Lewis Carroll, Alice through the Looking Glass

I say the darkest days and deepest winters make for the loveliest conversation. “[As] my old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.” George R.R. Martin

Oh, Christmas Tree! I like the lyrics in German as well as English. O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum, Wie treu sind seine Blätter! Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit, Nein auch im Winter, wenn es schneit. O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum, Wie treu sind seine Blätter!

I recall reading Jack London's The Call of the Wild, a novel, set in the Yukon, about a wondrous dog named Buck. Buck is stolen from his home in California and sold into service as a sled dog in Alaska. In the cold and harsh land, he becomes wilder by degrees, forced to fight to survive, and, by the end of the story, sheds domesticity and relies on instinct to emerge as a leader in the wild. Tough times make you tougher.

Peace in the 60s takes on a new meaning for aging "flower children". Remember the good old days, when a Christmas tree was a trip with a saw to the forest in a Volkswagen van:)

The weather outside is delightful. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! says the snowman.

Santa stopped along the way to fish, now he’s hurriedly paddling his canoe under a starry night with a green Christmas tree and a last minute gift for the missus.

How will Santa pick a Christmas tree for the missus? Designer Laura Megroz gives us a wonderful vision of a jolly Santa standing among the many offerings. A truly classic Santa with his red suit, black belt and boots, and big white beard. Bring him home today.

The classic snowflake ornament looks so elegant hanging on the Christmas tree, as will this 18 inch Chandler 4 Corners hooked wool throw pillow displayed in the home for all to see.

With so many choices, you wonder how Santa picks his Christmas tree. Designer Laura Megroz gives us a wonderful vision of a jolly Santa standing among the many forest offerings. A truly classic Santa with his red suit, black belt and boots, and big white beard.

A lesson learned, all that buzzes is not fun.

A curious bee makes friends with a black Lab, at least, for the moment. What happens next is anyone's guess.