Twas the morning before Christmas and geese flew through the mist rising off the Rio Grande at sunrise. The Sandias had a dusting of snow with the bosque's fall colors frozen in the grip of winter's cold. Jetties stood like giant jacks tossed into the bosque, tangled under the winter's white sky. The sunset shown through the cottonwoods and made them stretch their tired shadows on the Rio's sandy beach as it cast yellow rays that turned into Sandia's pinks. The light faded to blue and gray as it turned the day into the night before Christmas.