Has my fate changed so much,
or is the game really over?
Where are the winters when I went to bed
at six in the morning?
Once more, peaceful and severe,
I am living on the wild shore.
I am no longer able to utter
either an idle or a tender word.
I can't believe that Christmas will soon be here.
The steppe is touchingly green.
The sun is radiant. A wave that looks warm
laps the smooth shore.
When I became weary and langurous
from happiness, I used to dream
with inexspressible tremblings of such repose,
and this is how I imagined
the posthumous wanderings of the soul.
Anna Akhmatova, December 1916
Love came down at Christmas
Love all lovely, love divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and angels gave the sign.
Christina Rossetti, 1885
Wishing you all a special Love-filled Christmas.