Fourth Day of Advent

Young Hunters, The Huron Carol
"Before their light the stars grew dim,
and wond'ring hunters heard the hymn."

Coming home from play in blue-shadowed snows was a frequent scene of my Quebec childhood.  The snow squeaked under our boots while the first stars came out in the blue and gold of twilight. When I visited Sainte Marie in the wintertime 9 years ago it was very like this picture - white snows, blue shadows, iron-cold flakes of snow landing on our faces, and  the sound of the wind in the trees.