The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
Now, granted there's no moon and no snow in this picture. And maybe it doesn't even look exactly like mid-day. But there is luster, you have to grant me that. (And I am NOT British, so I will not spell it lustre. No matter how many times you try to force me.)
This concludes the holiday poetry portion of the blog for 2010. Tune in next Dec 24th, when I attempt to illustrate
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
with a picture of a down pillow. Or some such nonsense.