Dec
18
So, although every Christmas was the same, in a way, this one was a bit different. Hugh had learned to value his son. My parents learned to value each other. Godwell had learned not to go hurtling towards innocent people on a toboggan, a lesson he sadly forgot only days later. And me, not sure what I learnt really. But, for what it’s worth, I’ve passed it on. Merry Christmas.
- From A Child’s Christmases in Wales.
