Amerikanske poeten Robert Frost (1874 – 1963) skrev en dikt om vintersolståndet (Stopping by woods on a snowy evening) vars mystiska innebörder fascinerat läsare och forskare, det kan man läsa mer om här. Dikten har blivit lite av en favorit i juletid, ungefär som Viktor Rydbergs Tomten.

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

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.