These are the days that Reindeer love
And pranks the Northern star—
This is the Sun’s objective,
And Finland of the Year.
I do NOT love these days, but Emily did. And so do many of my friends, passionately. But I’ll buy “Finland of the year” — because I loved Helsinki when I was there, and it was winter then as it is now.
Helsinki itself could not be more smothered in snow, more exclusively black and white, than the Berkshires these days, where I go grumping around like a sore-headed bear, angry at the endless snowstorms.
Well, I loved Helsinki, and I love my friends. So for both of their sakes, city and friends, I will try to borrow their eyes to see winter beauty that eludes my own. Hmmmm — is that a reindeer I see hiding under that branch?