Music I love–but never strainCould kindle raptures so divine,So grief assuage, so conquer pain,And rouse this pensive heart of mine–As that we hear on Christmas morn,Upon the wintry breezes borne. “Music on Christmas Morning.” – Anne Brontë (1820-1849) Wishing everyone love and peace for the holidays! Furiously working on Owl Manor, the Final Canvas, book…