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One of my very favorite things at the holidays is reading Dylan Thomas' Child's Christmas in Wales. My mom adored it, and had a small, battered copy of it, little larger than a greeting card, that she cherished. It got lost to the ravages of time, but soon thereafter I made a copy of my own, and in fact, sent it around to friends. (I'm thinking of doing another run of it, if you'd like one, let me know). Anyway, this recitation has taken its place right up next to the Night Before Christmas as a mainstay. The language takes a little getting used to, but it's a really lovely and very evocative little narrative.
The absolute BEST way to enjoy it is to find a recording of it read by Thomas himself. NPR offers it here, and it can be downloaded from Amazon or the iTunes Store for a dollar or two. Meanwhile, I post it here (cut for space) in its entirety. Enjoy!
A Child's Christmas in Wales
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.( the tale continues here: )
The absolute BEST way to enjoy it is to find a recording of it read by Thomas himself. NPR offers it here, and it can be downloaded from Amazon or the iTunes Store for a dollar or two. Meanwhile, I post it here (cut for space) in its entirety. Enjoy!
A Child's Christmas in Wales
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.( the tale continues here: )
