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”