by Dylan Thomas
For Christmas only, this beautiful story will stream continuously, read by the author.
Here's the direct link, compatible with iTunes and most media players:
The stream was started at 10:48am Central, and plays for 19 minutes. Tune in any time.
One Christmas was so much like the other, in those years around the sea-town corner now, 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 when I was six.
All the Christmases roll down towards 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 hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.
Project Gutenberg of Australia offers the complete text, available from a printed edition in the public domain.
The audio, from a slightly scratched vinyl LP was made available here:
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