Snow is in the forecast (please, please, please), I don’t think a “shortest day of the year” passes without my much thinking of “Snowbound” it by John Greenleaf Whittier I try to explain about my grandfather and his poem to his family, very possibly in this day every year.
Snow is in the forecast (please, please, please). I don’t think a “shortest day of the year” passes without my thinking of “Snowbound” by John Greenleaf Whittier, a poem always recited by my grandfather to his family, very possibly on this day every year.