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 hand in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. Dylan Thomas’s lyrical account of his childhood Christmases in a small Welsh town, featuring wolves, bears, hippos and Mrs Prothero’s cat, has become deservedly famous.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 hand in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. Dylan Thomas’s lyrical account of his childhood Christmases in a small Welsh town, featuring wolves, bears, hippos and Mrs Prothero’s cat, has become deservedly famous.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":92633,"template":"","meta":[],"product_brand":[],"product_cat":[4000],"product_tag":[],"class_list":["post-92634","product","type-product","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","product_cat-fiction","first","onbackorder","taxable","shipping-taxable","purchasable","product-type-simple"],"yoast_head":"\n