I've been reading the Little House series to Pieter and he loves it! He started the series with his Oma this summer and is still reading some of them over skype. He is enthralled with them so we are reading them again. In the Little House in the Big Woods, Laura talks about Jack Frost visiting them in the night. In this day and age of double pane glass windows, explaining Jack Frost to a three year old isn't very easy. Well, with our sub-zero temperatures, the garage windows were beautifully covered with frost this morning. A perfect example.
The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
He must have waited till you slept;
And not a single word he spoke,
But pencilled o'er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke.
And now you cannot see the hills
Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane;
But there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane.
Rocks and castles towering high;
Hills and dales, and streams and fields;
And knights in armor riding by,
With nodding plumes and shining shields.
And here are little boats, and there
Big ships with sails spread to the breeze;
And yonder, palm trees waving fair
On islands set in silver seas,
And butterflies with gauzy wings;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep;
And fruit and flowers are all things
You see when you are sound asleep.
For, creeping softly underneath
The door when all the lights are out,
Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe,
And knows the things you think about.
He paints them on the window pane
In fairy lines with frozen stream;
And when you wake you see again
The lovely things you saw in dream.
Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse for Young Folks. Revised Edition.
New York: Henry Holt and Company, 1956. Print.