It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no re — Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
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It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats.

— Dylan Thomas, A Child's Christmas in Wales
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