In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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A Child's Christmas in Wales

BY DYLAN THOMAS
a rather remarkable little book, blending so well those memories of Christmas with his childhood imagination.  The DVD is also quite delightful, and we own a record of Dylan Thomas himself reading the book.  But best of all are Trina Schart Hyman's illustrations in our copy on the shelf...
"One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner ... 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 when I was six."

" 'Were there postmen then, too?'
'With sprinkling eyes and wind-cherried noses, on spread, frozen feet they crunched up to the doors and mittened on them manfully.  But all that the children could hear was a ringing of bells.' "
" 'Were there Uncles, like in our house?'
'There are always Uncles at Christmas...' "
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