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.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas! I met you at the Religious Ed Congress of 2016. I was disappointed that you weren't there last year.
well bless you, Timothy! No, my own archdiocese won't have me again! One of my publishers advanced my cause both for 2017 and 2018 but no dice. Do check out my weekly arts and culture column in Angelus, if you don't already, and I hope our paths cross again–