
They are such bringers of joy to me. And now to him. Simple things. Tiny buttons of light that pierce through the blackness of this now midwinter time. I shall be loathe to let them go come New Year.

They are such bringers of joy to me. And now to him. Simple things. Tiny buttons of light that pierce through the blackness of this now midwinter time. I shall be loathe to let them go come New Year.