Tonight, at the ripe old age of almost thirty, I'm spending my first Christmas eve away from my family home. Andrew and I are in a home of our own instead, and it smells of shortbread and sweet, dark cocoa. Nollaig shona, a chairde. Ba mhór liom bhur gcomhluadar agus cairdeas i rith na bliana.
“It was three whole months they had been together. Then she took the heart
out of him and ate it.
‘Jesus,’ he said.
‘And here we are,’ she said.”
- *Wist...
3 comments:
At the other end. Kids leaving home one by one. It feels right. It also feels empty. But it's what is meant to be. We go on from generation to generation creating our own traditions. Nadolig llawen, a dal ati, awdures.
I wanted to be the first one to say nadolig llawen. I just heard Cerys Matthews on the radio saying it's trending on twitter. What is going on? I feel a Welsh uprising is on the way!
xx
what's welsh for "i wish it could be christmas every day and i never had to go back to work"?
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