One December long ago, Mrs. Murphy at Glen Hills elementary made everyone in the class pick a seasonally appropriate book reflecting whichever holiday we celebrated at home, and for whatever reason I ended up with A Child’s Christmas in Wales, the Dylan Thomas poem. The trouble was this one line about “daft and happy hills,” which I found hilarious. I could not read that line aloud without cracking up, however hard I tried. (Trying hard made it much worse, actually.) Aurea Ensemble’s annual tradition features a reading of the poem whipped together with other poets (Mary Oliver, Katherine Mansfield) and musical selections from the likes of Benjamin Britten, Percy Grainger, and old English carols.
image: Franz Eichenberg, via The Art of Children’s Books