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.

Read it HERE or listen to the great poet himself reading it HERE.

Read it HERE or listen to the great poet himself reading it HERE.

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?