Windy howls on wintry eve muffle sounds of merriment. Snow-packed squalls wrack porch and wall; the black of Yuletide storm swallows the glow of jubilation. Midnight chimes long since sounded, echoes drown’d in frosty tempest, No dawn clutches at inky sky. morrow’s fortunes roil and churn, as do boiling thunderheads which o’er hearth and fir …