A Child's 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.' Cherished by generations as a Christmas classic ever since it was first recorded and published, A Child's Christmas in Wales...