Happy Christmas!

One more year, we would like to wish readers of BrontëBlog a very merry Christmas. It's been a very exciting Brontë year, with lots of new releases, so we hope you will find something Brontë-related under the tree. If not, the good thing about Brontëites is that the Brontës' works live inside them, so they are always handy.

But most of all, we sincerely hope you are spending the day in your metaphorical 'spot, 'mid barren hills'.

There is a spot, ‘mid barren hills,

Where winter howls, and driving rain;

But, if the dreary tempest chills,

There is a light that warms again.

The house is old, the trees are bare,

Moonless above bends twilight’s dome;

But what on earth is half so dear–

So longed for–as the hearth of home?

Check also the Brontë Sisters's Christmas post.