Assuming he recorded it near December 25, I would have been five months old when Dylan Thomas read this version of his “A Child’s Christmas in Wales.”
I listened to the story last night, alone in my bed, after the Vigil Christmas Eve Mass, and after the final prep of home, kitchen, living room, bathroom, balcony, garden and my heart to cook and receive guests today for dinner.
“I said some words to the close and holy darkness–and then I slept.”
Merry, merry Christmas to all of you. Thank you for the stupendous gift of yourselves, your readership, your own lives and hearts. God bless us, every one.