As the Christmas madness and frenzy peaks

amidst the current cold snap, this blog heads for its annual break of dormancy, hibernation and the more customary Christmas peace that one typically expects at this time of December.

I leave you with my usual Dylan Thomas Christmas eve meditation sign-off and an olde pic of my older grandson sleeping in my bedroom once-upon-a-much-happier-time:

Christmas Eve a la Dylan Thomas

“Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-coloured 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.”

–Dylan Thomas, the conclusion of “A Child’s Christmas in Wales”

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