Once upon a time, I used to post Christmas stories here. ('All this was a long time ago, I remember').
This year, I find I'm remembering the Coventry Carol from my childhood. It's my favourite. It's filled with seasonal gloom and sadness, don't you think? And apt, given Peshawar, given Assam. And then that ideal-sentimental sleeping infant, like a timeless version of the bloodied shoe and blood-spattered copybook. All the annual bloodletting the cold season seems to need.
Oh hush. This is a lullaby.
Happy Christmas, everyone!
This year, I find I'm remembering the Coventry Carol from my childhood. It's my favourite. It's filled with seasonal gloom and sadness, don't you think? And apt, given Peshawar, given Assam. And then that ideal-sentimental sleeping infant, like a timeless version of the bloodied shoe and blood-spattered copybook. All the annual bloodletting the cold season seems to need.
Oh hush. This is a lullaby.
Happy Christmas, everyone!
