Weather drops, wood stove crackles, candles flicker, and it’s time for one my favorite winter traditions: hours of reading. Our winter library returns in a cardboard box from the garage; we unpack each book lovingly, hunker down facing the fire, and read.
I begin with a personal favorite of mine: Dylan Thomas’ A Christmas in Wales.
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 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 come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.
To read more about our family’s favorites, please visit Wazoo Goes West. Leave a comment if you wish: what book makes you warm and cozy in the cold?