image from Le Divan Fumoir Bohemien
Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept. ~ Dylan Thomas
My mom used to read that poem every Christmas. With her theater training, it kept us entertained every time. Thanks and Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteI had forgotten about "A Child's Christmas in Wales". Thanks for this.
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