May we all be cozy and warm, with books to give us joy:
Picture-Books in Winter
Summer fading, winter comes —
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Winter robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Winter now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the winter story-books.
All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children’s eye,
Sheep and shepherds, tree and crooks,
In the picture story-books.
We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies’ looks,
In the picture story-books.
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?
Robert Louis Stevenson