While it gets harder to find the simple traditions of Christmas, I still find myself enjoying what I enjoyed in childhood. The stillness of the night, snow (when it comes and before it gets churned into slush), clear voices singing in harmony -- these are things I've always loved. But what I loved most were recitations of Christmas "classics." Today it all came back to me while driving around looking for last-minute presents and hearing on radio TS Eliot's "Journey of the Magi" and selections from Dylan Thomas's "A Child's Christmas in Wales", for me the most evocative and magical of all Christmas writings.
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