As well, a reminder that tomorrow is "Blessings in a Box."
A notice went home about "Photos With Santa."
Here is this week's poem for spelling and dictation.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY 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.
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