“When all the birds had fled,
That Mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent Angel choirs instead.
Before their light the stars grew dim,”
Just let Piper Dog out and was struck by the eerie light.
Just past a full moon; moonlight bouncing off the snow; cloud cover that reflects light back down; city lights on, being reflected off the clouds;
And it’s a bright, blue-lit Christmas Eve!
"And wandering hunters heard the hymn,
‘Jesus your King is born,
In excelsis gloria!’ "