One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights. This was better than all the cats in Wales standing on the wall in a row. We bounded into the house, laden with snowballs, and stopped at the open door of the smoke-filled room.
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A Child's Christmas in Wales.
About Child’s Christmas in Wales. The use of the title is an obvious homage to fellow Welshman, poet Dylan Thomas, who originally crafted the title for a reminiscent, stream of consciousness prose piece that dates in various modes from the late 1940s into the 1950s. Cale later revisited his countryman’s oeuvre in his 1989 solo LP Words for the Dying using Thomas' poetry directly as lyrics and in song structure.
A Child’s Christmas in Wales begins with a mesmerizing reference to snow that seems to symbolize the illusive passage of time. The narrator describes how snow grows from the trees as well as falling from the sky, reminding the reader that the season described by the narrator is not the ordinary one experienced by most people, but a magical one brought to life by the imagination of a child. This escapade of mock heroism is broken off by a faint cry for help from neighbor Mrs. Prothero, whose home is spewing forth smoke, and the narrator and Jim dutifully call the fire department. The firemen promptly arrive and douse the interior of the house with water, thereby ruining the nicely decorated home. Mr. Prothero, who seems not to know how to deal with the crisis, discovers that he has dropped his smoldering pipe in his chair, thereby causing the smoke.