I hope this finds you well. We are hurtling towards Christmas here – I feel I will blink and it will be upon me. But the tree is up and the kids are excited, and I am looking forward to a very long weekend of visits with family and naps on the couch. After the presents, of course. The kids will not let me forget the presents.
The Boy and I read A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas the other night, the first time for him and 20th or so for me. It was late, and we were tired, so we caught an incurable case of giggles halfway through, right around when the boys pass Mr. Daniel’s lawn and debate writing mischievous things in the snow. I do love that poem! When I was in high school my father would assign us all sections to read. It’s long, but read it out loud. Mr. Prothero and the uncles are much funnier that way.
Miss R’s favorite is still little tree by e e cummings, with its sweet, quiet mood and soft, glowing illustrations. Or perhaps Mr. Willowby’s Christmas Tree by Robert Barry, because of the animals and the rhyming. It depends on the day. Little tree is short enough, though, so I will include it below.
A peaceful Christmas to you all!
by e e cummings
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing