Every Christmas, I travel home to Colorado to be with loved ones. This year, I left sunny Southern California a week earlier than usual to take a road trip with my brave brother through the snow-laden slopes of the Rockies. Here are a few images I created on the journey, and one of my favorite poems to accompany them.
WISHING YOU ALL A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
© 2026 Lauren di Matteo