“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.” This is a lovely picture book illustrated by Chris Raschka of the familiar (but now forgotten by many?) tale written by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas ("Do...

“All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street”.This is Dylan Thomas’s delightful account of his childhood Christmas’s in Wales. Simply enchanting!

Beautiful.

“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, steadily 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.”

I picked this as an accessible introduction to Dylan's work. A delicate prose poem that proceeds liltingly until the child and the adult versions collides head on, subtly, magnificently bringing about the conclusion.

My artistic, flighty mother, who's in her 70's, flits in and out of my life, leaving quirky gifts behind. Sometimes they go straight to Goodwill (used clothing, cheap knickknacks); sometimes they're useful (a type of mop she particularly loves); sometimes they're delightful (my grandmother's sterling silver set, books that have moved her, beautiful impressionistic landscapes that she paints in oils or watercolor). This illustrated book version of Dylan Thomas's reminiscing about his boyhood Chri...

I completely forgot to review this little book, my husband has read it out loud for the whole family during Christmas Eve, The poor one has been interrupted hundreds of times because the English used by Thomas was not very easy to understand for us, many words now in disuse., so he had to translate so much that (was better to read it in italian one first!!😖)The story is very tender and particular, an insight of Thomas' childhood that recalls the most significant images of his past Christmases .M...

I realize, now, that Dylan Thomas has been trying to capture my attention for 41 years. Sorry it took so long. I'm here now. Let's proceed.

All the Christmases roll toward 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.How did I, a huge fan of Christmas and celebrations in general, manage to ignore this book for so long?Not a clue - but it was THIS version with illustrations by the marvelous Chris Raschkathat finally convinced me to dig in.This is a happy t...

“Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors …”Why oh, why did it take me so long to finally read this? I always knew I would love it. It carries nostalgia for childhood that any of us can muster, even if our Christmases were never like this. (But the family members Thom...

”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 snow for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.” And so begins A Child’s Christmas in Wales. An oh-so-lovely, Christmas tale, written by the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, and perfect for those who

A simple story of a young boy's youth. Nostalgic, humorous and a delight! Many thanks to my Goodread friend Manny for letting me know that I could listen to the story on YouTube, read by none other than Dylan Thomas himself!

I've meant to read this for a long time. The long wait did not lead to disappointment. A wonderfully descriptive short story about family visiting, meals cooked and emotions felt on Christmas day. Ardizzone's illustrations made this lovely account wonderful.

I need more Dylan Thomas in my life!I was unaware of this fact until today, having never read his stuff before aside from "Do not go gentle into that good night" some 30 or so years ago. I don't usually go in for poetry, but I loved his cadence and imagery. Beautiful stuff!"A Child's Christmas in Wales" is very much like a more lyrical version of Jean Shepherd's "A Christmas Story". I put that in quotes, not italics, because I've only ever seen the movie version, never read it. With that in mind...

”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 comes Mrs Prothero and her firemen.”Small, domestic dramas, eccentric relatives descending and dipping into the boo...

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. All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at

4 dreamy starsThis poetic short story is about—guess what—a child’s Christmas in Wales. Thomas talks a lot about snow, he talks about presents, he talks about his and his friends’ shenanigans. The mood he sets is seductive: You’re in Wales. You’re in snow. You’re cold. You’re happy (kids love snow and Christmas). The setting is so vivid. And the language is to die for.But truth be told, classics aren’t my thing. Poetry isn’t my thing. And most certainly, Christmas isn’t my thing. So why in hell

I read this over at https://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems... and also treated myself to a listen over on You Tube of Thomas reading this himself. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Hoxy... I normally hate being read to but it is impossible to hate this beautifully vibrating voice breathing even more life into this work. I've never read nostalgia so well realised & I loved the gentle humour.Here is a quote dear to a Goodreader's heart. And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in...

Simply Sweet Memories..... A CHILD'S CHRISTMAS IN WALES = snow~snow~snow....Lots of snow filled memories of family, friends and neighbors....a creepy caroling outing....and mischief by the sea as remembered by a youngster. "Can the fishes see it snowing?" So enjoy the classics. This work by Dylan Thomas published in 1952.

[4.5] Dylan Thomas' nostalgic prose poem based on his 1910s-1920s childhood in Swansea. Enchanting, funny - though perhaps once or twice jarring to late-2010s progressive sensibilities. A very short 'book' to make 75 for 2019 in my Goodreads stats. Not sure if I'd read the whole thing before, or just the beginning: I recognised "from Hudson Bay, off Mumbles Road". I both read the text and listened to Thomas reciting it. You can find several recordings of him on YouTube. Favourite bits:- Years an...