Child's Christmas in Wales - Holiday traditions...

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.

We have many holiday traditions...some are more entertaining than others...some are more meaningful than others...and some are just great fun. The best are combinations of all.

In this last category is the annual reading/listening to Dylan Thomas's A Child's Christmas in Wales. This goes back to my very earliest memories...listening to my grandfather read it each Christmas Eve. He was born in Belfast, Ireland and had a reading voice that was just astounding. Later, we would take turns reading passages from it. In the last 5 years or so, we switch off, reading it one year and listening to a recording of Dylan Thomas himself reading it the next. This was a Dylan Thomas year...

If you have not heard him read this, do not miss the chance. Happy holidays.