December 21st the night of the Winter Solstice is the longest night of the year.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Eveningby Robert Frost
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.- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20519#sthash.1yibabzo.dpuf