I need reminding that Christmas is approaching – the weather has turned dull, wet and distinctly unseasonal. To resurrect the spirit of Christmas Past, I am posting this card I produced in 2008 showing our kitchen window in more seasonal weather. The words on the card are from Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales.
The story evolved over a number years from 1945, originally intended as a talk for BBC radio which was never broadcast. The final version was not completed until 1950 when Thomas sold the story to the American magazine, Harper’s Bazaar. It is full of memorable passages:
All the Christmases roll down towards the
two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon
bundling down the sky that was our street;
and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged
fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the
snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes
my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of
holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing
sea, and out come Mrs Prothero and the firemen.
As snow falls across this blog, only winter pictures seem appropriate but when I looked at the site on an iPad last night I realised that the snow isn’t falling in the world of Apple, nor on smartphones. Bah humbug!