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-A CHILD'S CHRISTMAS IN WALES | 0:00:38 | 0:00:40 | |
-BASED ON THE BOOK BY DYLAN THOMAS | 0:00:41 | 0:00:43 | |
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-There's nothing like a walk -on the beach on a Christmas morning. | 0:01:04 | 0:01:07 | |
-I've come nearly every year -since I was your age. | 0:01:08 | 0:01:11 | |
-Get them, Sammy! Look at him, -he's enjoying himself! | 0:01:11 | 0:01:15 | |
-All those years ago? | 0:01:18 | 0:01:19 | |
-All those years ago? - -Yes. | 0:01:19 | 0:01:20 | |
-Yes. | 0:01:20 | 0:01:20 | |
-When you were a boy, -what was Christmas like? | 0:01:21 | 0:01:24 | |
-It snowed. | 0:01:29 | 0:01:31 | |
-One Christmas -was so much like another... | 0:01:32 | 0:01:34 | |
-..that I can never remember... | 0:01:34 | 0:01:36 | |
-..whether it snowed for six days -and six nights when I was 12... | 0:01:37 | 0:01:40 | |
-..or whether it snowed for twelve -days and twelve nights when I was 6. | 0:01:40 | 0:01:44 | |
-What do you remember? | 0:01:52 | 0:01:54 | |
-I remember -Mrs Prothero and the firemen. | 0:01:54 | 0:01:57 | |
-It snowed last year, too. -I made a snowman. | 0:02:02 | 0:02:04 | |
-When my brother knocked it down, -I knocked him down, too. | 0:02:05 | 0:02:09 | |
-But it wasn't the same snow. | 0:02:10 | 0:02:12 | |
-Not the same snow? Tell me about -Mrs Prothero and the firemen, then. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:19 | |
-It was on the afternoon -of Christmas Eve. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:22 | |
-I was in Mrs Prothero's garden -waiting for cats with her son Jim. | 0:02:22 | 0:02:27 | |
-It was snowing. -It was always snowing at Christmas. | 0:02:33 | 0:02:36 | |
-December, in my memory, -is white as Lapland... | 0:02:36 | 0:02:39 | |
-..though there were no reindeers. -But there were cats. | 0:02:39 | 0:02:42 | |
-Our hands wrapped in socks... | 0:02:42 | 0:02:45 | |
-..we waited to snowball the cats. | 0:02:46 | 0:02:51 | |
-Sleek and long as jaguars -and horrible-whiskered... | 0:02:52 | 0:02:55 | |
-..spitting and snarling... | 0:02:55 | 0:02:57 | |
-..they would slink and sidle -over the white back-garden walls. | 0:02:57 | 0:03:00 | |
-Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined -trappers from Hudson Bay... | 0:03:00 | 0:03:05 | |
-..off Mumbles Road... | 0:03:05 | 0:03:07 | |
-..would hurl our deadly snowballs -at the green of our eyes. | 0:03:07 | 0:03:11 | |
-The wise cats never appeared. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:16 | |
-We were so still, -Eskimo-footed arctic marksmen... | 0:03:16 | 0:03:19 | |
-..in the muffling silence -of the eternal snow. | 0:03:20 | 0:03:22 | |
-Eternal snow? | 0:03:23 | 0:03:24 | |
-Eternal snow? - -Eternal, ever since Wednesday... | 0:03:24 | 0:03:25 | |
-..that we never heard -Mrs Prothero's first cry... | 0:03:27 | 0:03:30 | |
-..from her igloo -at the bottom of the garden. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:32 | |
-Fire! Fire! Fire! | 0:03:32 | 0:03:34 | |
-But soon the voice grew louder. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:37 | |
-But soon the voice grew louder. - -Fire! Fire! | 0:03:37 | 0:03:40 | |
-This was better than all the cats in -Wales standing on the wall in a row. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:45 | |
-COUGHING | 0:03:46 | 0:03:48 | |
-Do something! | 0:03:49 | 0:03:50 | |
-Call the fire brigade! | 0:03:51 | 0:03:52 | |
-We threw our snowballs -into the smoke. | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
-We missed Mr Prothero, and ran out -of the house to the telephone box. | 0:03:55 | 0:04:00 | |
-Let's call the police as well! | 0:04:00 | 0:04:01 | |
-Let's call the police as well! - -And the Ambulance. | 0:04:01 | 0:04:02 | |
-And the Ambulance. | 0:04:02 | 0:04:03 | |
-And Ernie Jenkins, he likes fires. | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
-You didn't call Ernie Jenkins, -did you? | 0:04:10 | 0:04:13 | |
-We only called the fire brigade. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:15 | |
-And soon the fire engine came, -and three tall men in helmets... | 0:04:15 | 0:04:18 | |
-..brought a hose into the house... | 0:04:19 | 0:04:21 | |
-..and Mr Prothero got out just -in time before they turned it on. | 0:04:21 | 0:04:25 | |
-And when the firemen -turned off the hose... | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
-..and were standing in -the wet, smoky room... | 0:04:32 | 0:04:35 | |
-..Jim's Aunt came downstairs -and peered in at them. | 0:04:36 | 0:04:39 | |
-Jim and I waited, very quietly, -to hear what she would say to them. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:43 | |
-She said the right thing, always. | 0:04:43 | 0:04:46 | |
-Would you like anything to read? | 0:04:47 | 0:04:50 | |
-Mr Prothero only wanted -to read his paper in peace. | 0:04:55 | 0:04:58 | |
-Nobody could have had -a noisier Christmas Eve! | 0:04:58 | 0:05:02 | |
-You said the snow was different -but it isn't, is it? | 0:05:04 | 0:05:07 | |
-The snow is just the same. | 0:05:07 | 0:05:09 | |
-The snow is just the same. - -It seems different to me. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:11 | |
-I don't think so. | 0:05:12 | 0:05:14 | |
-Were there postmen then, too? | 0:05:21 | 0:05:23 | |
-With sprinkling eyes -and wind-cherried noses! | 0:05:24 | 0:05:26 | |
-We lock Sammy in -when the postman comes! | 0:05:26 | 0:05:29 | |
-Father Christmas brings me my -presents. At least I think he does. | 0:07:23 | 0:07:27 | |
-I've never seen him doing it. | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
-Was there a Father Christmas -when you were a boy? | 0:07:29 | 0:07:32 | |
-On Christmas Eve I hung, -at the foot of my bed... | 0:07:32 | 0:07:36 | |
-..Bessie Bunter's black stocking. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:39 | |
-I always said I would stay awake -all the moonlit, snowlit night... | 0:07:40 | 0:07:43 | |
-..to hear -the roof-alighting reindeer... | 0:07:44 | 0:07:46 | |
-..and see the hollied boot -descend through soot. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:49 | |
-But soon the sand of the snow -drifted into my eyes. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:54 | |
-And though I stared towards the fire -and around the flickering room... | 0:07:54 | 0:07:58 | |
-..where the black -sack-like stocking hung... | 0:07:58 | 0:08:01 | |
-..I was asleep before -the chimney trembled... | 0:08:02 | 0:08:04 | |
-..and the room -was red and white with Christmas. | 0:08:04 | 0:08:07 | |
-But in the morning, though no -snow melted on the bedroom floor... | 0:08:09 | 0:08:13 | |
-..the stocking bulged and brimmed. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:16 | |
-Hmm, so you never saw him either. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:21 | |
-Were there sweets, -like in my stocking? | 0:08:22 | 0:08:24 | |
-Of course there were sweets. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:26 | |
-Hardboileds, toffee, -fudge and allsorts... | 0:08:27 | 0:08:30 | |
-..crunches, cracknels, humbugs, -marzipan, sugar cigarettes... | 0:08:30 | 0:08:33 | |
-..and butterwelsh for the Welsh. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:36 | |
-And troops of bright tin soldiers! | 0:08:36 | 0:08:38 | |
-If they could not fight, -they could always run. | 0:08:39 | 0:08:42 | |
-And Snakes-and-Families -and Happy Ladders. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:44 | |
-And a whistle to make the dogs bark -to wake up the old man next door... | 0:08:44 | 0:08:48 | |
-..and make him beat on the wall -to shake our picture off the wall! | 0:08:48 | 0:08:51 | |
-Quiet, Sammy! -It's not you they were whistling at! | 0:08:53 | 0:08:57 | |
-Get back to the presents. | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
-Get back to the presents. - -There were the useful presents. | 0:08:59 | 0:08:59 | |
-There were the useful presents. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:01 | |
-Like mobile phones? | 0:09:01 | 0:09:02 | |
-Engulfing mufflers -of old coaching days... | 0:09:02 | 0:09:05 | |
-..and mittens made -for giant sloths, zebra scarves... | 0:09:05 | 0:09:08 | |
-..blinding tam-o'-shanters -like patchwork tea cosies... | 0:09:09 | 0:09:12 | |
-..and bunny-suited busbies... | 0:09:12 | 0:09:14 | |
-..and balaclavas for victims -of head-shrinking tribes. | 0:09:15 | 0:09:18 | |
-And books that told me everything -about the wasp, except why. | 0:09:19 | 0:09:23 | |
-Go on to the useless presents. | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
-Bags of moist -and many-coloured jelly babies... | 0:09:33 | 0:09:35 | |
-..and a folded flag and a false nose -and a tram-conductor's cap... | 0:09:36 | 0:09:39 | |
-..and a machine that punched -tickets, but never a catapult. | 0:09:39 | 0:09:42 | |
-Once by mistake, a little hatchet... | 0:09:44 | 0:09:46 | |
-..and a celluloid duck -that made a most unducklike sound. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:50 | |
-And a painting book. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:55 | |
-I could make the grass, the trees, -the sea, any colour I pleased. | 0:09:55 | 0:09:58 | |
-Still the dazzling sky-blue sheep -are grazing in the red field... | 0:09:59 | 0:10:03 | |
-..under the rainbow-billed -and pea-green birds. | 0:10:03 | 0:10:06 | |
-Toys, clothes, books. | 0:10:08 | 0:10:10 | |
-I get presents like those. -What then? | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
-Then I would scour the town -for news of the little world. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
-Not many in those mornings -trod the piling streets. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:29 | |
-Men and women -scooping back from chapel... | 0:10:29 | 0:10:32 | |
-..with red noses and wind-bussed -cheeks, huddling against the snow. | 0:10:32 | 0:10:36 | |
-An old man always, fawn-bowlered, -with spats of snow... | 0:10:36 | 0:10:40 | |
-..would take his constitutional to -the white bowling green and back... | 0:10:40 | 0:10:44 | |
-..as he would take it wet or fire -on Christmas Day or Doomsday. | 0:10:44 | 0:10:47 | |
-THUNDER | 0:10:48 | 0:10:49 | |
-Sometimes two hale young men, -with big pipes blazing... | 0:11:18 | 0:11:23 | |
-..no overcoats -and wind-blown scarves... | 0:11:23 | 0:11:25 | |
-..would trudge, unspeaking, -down to the forlorn sea... | 0:11:25 | 0:11:28 | |
-..to work up an appetite, -to blow away the fumes, who knows... | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
-..to walk into the waves -until nothing of them was left... | 0:11:33 | 0:11:36 | |
-..but the two curling smoke clouds -of their inextinguishable briars. | 0:11:36 | 0:11:39 | |
-Mmm! Lovely! | 0:11:41 | 0:11:43 | |
-Or you took out a sugar cigarette -and put it in your mouth... | 0:11:44 | 0:11:48 | |
-..and waited hours for an old lady -to scold you for smoking... | 0:11:48 | 0:11:53 | |
-..and then, -with a smirk, you ate it. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:59 | |
-Why didn't you go home -for Christmas dinner? | 0:12:08 | 0:12:10 | |
-Oh, but I did, I always did. -I would be slap-dashing home... | 0:12:10 | 0:12:14 | |
-..the gravy smell -of the dinner of others... | 0:12:14 | 0:12:17 | |
-..the bird smell, the brandy, -the pudding and mince... | 0:12:17 | 0:12:20 | |
-..weaving up my nostrils, when -out came a boy the spit of myself... | 0:12:21 | 0:12:24 | |
-..with a pink-tipped cigarette... | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
-..and the violet past of a -black eye, leering all to himself. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:30 | |
-I hated him on sight, and was about -to put the dog-whistle to my lips... | 0:12:31 | 0:12:35 | |
-..and blow him off the face -of Christmas when suddenly he... | 0:12:35 | 0:12:39 | |
-WHISTLE | 0:12:39 | 0:12:40 | |
-SHOUTS | 0:12:41 | 0:12:42 | |
-There's a boy like that -in my school. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:53 | |
-There's no doing anything with them. -What did you have for dinner? | 0:12:53 | 0:12:57 | |
-Turkey, and blazing pudding. | 0:12:57 | 0:12:59 | |
-Was it nice? | 0:13:00 | 0:13:00 | |
-Was it nice? - -It was not made on earth. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:02 | |
-It was not made on earth. | 0:13:02 | 0:13:02 | |
-Mmm! | 0:13:02 | 0:13:03 | |
-Look at me, Sammy! -I'm a bird, I'm flying! | 0:13:07 | 0:13:11 | |
-SAMMY HOWLS | 0:13:17 | 0:13:19 | |
-What is it, Sammy? -What've you found? | 0:13:30 | 0:13:32 | |
-All but one of his fires out. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:40 | |
-Come on Sammy. | 0:13:47 | 0:13:48 | |
-Whey-hey! | 0:14:05 | 0:14:06 | |
-And it's Number 8! Number 8 -has the ball and he's free! | 0:14:07 | 0:14:11 | |
-I want it back! It's my ball! | 0:14:11 | 0:14:13 | |
-A useless pair of big boyos, -that's all you are! | 0:14:14 | 0:14:17 | |
-Get the chairs down -from the box room now! | 0:14:18 | 0:14:21 | |
-There were uncles too, then, -just like in our house. | 0:14:22 | 0:14:25 | |
-There are always uncles -at Christmas. The same uncles. | 0:14:25 | 0:14:28 | |
-Not you! You can stay here! | 0:14:43 | 0:14:45 | |
-You don't want to eat those, Sammy! | 0:14:58 | 0:15:00 | |
-He'll be in trouble -when they come back! | 0:15:01 | 0:15:03 | |
-Here's a Christmas toffee for you. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:07 | |
-It's got fluff stuck -all over it, mind. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:10 | |
-I think I've got -another one somewhere. What's this? | 0:15:12 | 0:15:16 | |
-Look, Sammy! -It warmed up again in my pocket! | 0:15:21 | 0:15:24 | |
-It's a miracle, a Christmas miracle! | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
-What did you do after dinner? | 0:15:34 | 0:15:36 | |
-I would go out into the white world, -to call on Jim and Dan and Jack... | 0:15:37 | 0:15:41 | |
-..and to pad -through the still streets... | 0:15:41 | 0:15:44 | |
-..leaving huge deep footprints -on the hidden pavements. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:48 | |
-I bet people will think -there's been hippos here! | 0:15:48 | 0:15:51 | |
-What would you do if you -saw a hippo coming down our street? | 0:15:55 | 0:15:58 | |
-I'd throw him over the fence -and roll him down the hill! | 0:15:58 | 0:16:03 | |
-Then I'd tickle him under the ear. | 0:16:03 | 0:16:05 | |
-What if there were two hippos? | 0:16:06 | 0:16:08 | |
-No, no, no! | 0:16:09 | 0:16:11 | |
-BOYS LAUGH | 0:16:25 | 0:16:27 | |
-Let's post Mr Daniel a snowball. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:31 | |
-Let's write things in the snow. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:34 | |
-Let's write, "Mr Daniel looks -like a spaniel all over his lawn!" | 0:16:34 | 0:16:37 | |
-HE BARKS | 0:16:42 | 0:16:44 | |
-BOYS LAUGH | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
-Now we were snow-blind travellers -lost on the north hills. | 0:16:52 | 0:16:56 | |
-Dogs with flasks round their necks -ambled and shambled up, baying. | 0:16:56 | 0:17:01 | |
-We returned home -through the poor streets... | 0:17:02 | 0:17:04 | |
-..where only a few children fumbled -with bare red fingers in the snow... | 0:17:04 | 0:17:08 | |
-..and cat-called after us, -their voices fading away... | 0:17:08 | 0:17:12 | |
-..as we trudged uphill, -into the cries of the dock birds... | 0:17:12 | 0:17:15 | |
-..and the hooting of ships -out in the whirling bay. | 0:17:15 | 0:17:19 | |
-DOG BARKS | 0:17:21 | 0:17:22 | |
-Can the fishes see it's snowing? | 0:17:24 | 0:17:26 | |
-Eh? | 0:17:28 | 0:17:29 | |
-BOYS SCREAM | 0:17:32 | 0:17:33 | |
-# You may marvel at our size | 0:17:48 | 0:17:50 | |
-# Great big bottoms, enormous thighs | 0:17:51 | 0:17:53 | |
-# On the land we're quite unsteady | 0:17:55 | 0:17:57 | |
-# Underwater, -we are ready to win the hippo race! | 0:17:58 | 0:18:00 | |
-# We are hunky, we are strong | 0:18:00 | 0:18:03 | |
-# A swimming hippo can't go wrong | 0:18:03 | 0:18:07 | |
-# Bang goes the pufferfish, -and we're off with just one wish | 0:18:07 | 0:18:10 | |
-# To win the hippo race! | 0:18:10 | 0:18:12 | |
-# Listen how the fans -are cheering all along the way | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
-# Screaming, shouting -flouting, pouting | 0:18:16 | 0:18:19 | |
-# The crowd leaps up and cheers | 0:18:19 | 0:18:22 | |
-# As the hippo race appears | 0:18:22 | 0:18:24 | |
-# Crack that whip -we'll run with all our might | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
-# We'll let rip -and soon be out of sight | 0:18:28 | 0:18:32 | |
-# Salty pirates like to think | 0:18:35 | 0:18:37 | |
-# Bad behaviour will make us sink | 0:18:37 | 0:18:41 | |
-# Look around and you might find -the Pirate King is right behind | 0:18:41 | 0:18:45 | |
-# To win the hippo race! # | 0:18:45 | 0:18:47 | |
-BELL TOLLS | 0:19:08 | 0:19:10 | |
-# Though they put up quite a fight | 0:19:13 | 0:19:15 | |
-# They haven't got the dynamite | 0:19:15 | 0:19:18 | |
-# You may marvel at our size | 0:19:21 | 0:19:24 | |
-# Great big bottoms, enormous thighs | 0:19:24 | 0:19:27 | |
-# Don't give up, almost there -Hold on tight, say a prayer | 0:19:28 | 0:19:33 | |
-# We'll win the hippo race! | 0:19:34 | 0:19:38 | |
-# The great big hippo race! # | 0:19:40 | 0:19:44 | |
-Go on then, what happened next? | 0:19:46 | 0:19:49 | |
-I can't remember. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:51 | |
-You must be able -to remember something like that! | 0:19:51 | 0:19:54 | |
-Well, I can't at the moment. | 0:19:54 | 0:19:56 | |
-Well, it was only a story after all. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:59 | |
-Hippos don't live in Wales, -except in a zoo. And then tea next? | 0:20:00 | 0:20:04 | |
-And then, at tea, the recovered -uncles would be jolly... | 0:20:05 | 0:20:09 | |
-..and the iced cake loomed -on the table like a marble grave. | 0:20:09 | 0:20:13 | |
-Mistletoe hung -from the gas brackets. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:15 | |
-There was sherry -and walnuts and bottled beer... | 0:20:16 | 0:20:18 | |
-..and crackers by the dessertspoons. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
-Cats in their fur-abouts -watched the fires. | 0:20:21 | 0:20:24 | |
-The high-heaped fire spat, ready for -the chestnuts and mulling pokers. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:29 | |
-I remember tall tales by the fire... | 0:20:30 | 0:20:33 | |
-..as the gaslight -bubbled like a diver. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:36 | |
-Ghosts whooed like owls -in the long nights... | 0:20:36 | 0:20:39 | |
-..when I dared not -look over my shoulder. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:42 | |
-Animals lurked in the cubby-hole -under the stairs... | 0:20:42 | 0:20:45 | |
-..and the gas meter ticked. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:48 | |
-And I remember -that we went singing carols once... | 0:20:52 | 0:20:55 | |
-Let's go to the big house? -We'll get plenty of money there! | 0:20:56 | 0:20:59 | |
-OWL HOOTS | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
-GASPS | 0:21:24 | 0:21:25 | |
-SHOUTS | 0:21:29 | 0:21:31 | |
-Come on, then. | 0:21:41 | 0:21:43 | |
-GIGGLES | 0:21:46 | 0:21:47 | |
-SHOUTS | 0:21:57 | 0:21:58 | |
-SHOUTS | 0:22:09 | 0:22:10 | |
-Shall we sing Away In A Manger? | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
-No, O Come, All Ye Faithful. -After three. | 0:22:21 | 0:22:25 | |
-One, two, three. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
-# O come, all ye faithful | 0:22:28 | 0:22:31 | |
-# Joyful and triumphant | 0:22:31 | 0:22:33 | |
-# O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem | 0:22:34 | 0:22:39 | |
-# Come and behold him | 0:22:40 | 0:22:42 | |
-# Born the King of angels | 0:22:43 | 0:22:46 | |
-# O come let us adore him # | 0:22:46 | 0:22:48 | |
-# O come let us adore him # - -SCREAMS | 0:22:48 | 0:22:48 | |
-SCREAMS | 0:22:48 | 0:22:49 | |
-That's odd! | 0:22:58 | 0:23:00 | |
-Perhaps it was a ghost, mmm? | 0:23:01 | 0:23:03 | |
-Perhaps it was a ghost. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:08 | |
-Perhaps it was trolls. | 0:23:09 | 0:23:11 | |
-Let's go in and see -if there's any jelly left. | 0:23:14 | 0:23:17 | |
-CAT MEOWS | 0:23:19 | 0:23:20 | |
-CAT MEOWS | 0:23:24 | 0:23:26 | |
-There was a house like that -near us once. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
-Sometimes you could hear music -coming out of it. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:32 | |
-It was ghosts playing -Ryan James said... | 0:23:32 | 0:23:35 | |
-..and he knows because -his Dad works for the council. | 0:23:35 | 0:23:37 | |
-They knocked it down -and built houses there. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:40 | |
-So the ghosts all had to move, -and the music ended. | 0:23:40 | 0:23:43 | |
-We always had music -on Christmas night. | 0:23:44 | 0:23:46 | |
-An uncle played the fiddle, -a cousin sang Calon Lan... | 0:23:46 | 0:23:49 | |
-..and another uncle -sang Bugail Aberdyfi. | 0:23:50 | 0:23:53 | |
-Auntie Hannah, -who had got onto the parsnip wine... | 0:23:53 | 0:23:56 | |
-..sang that her heart was like -a bird's nest. Everybody laughed. | 0:23:56 | 0:24:00 | |
-And then what happened? | 0:24:09 | 0:24:10 | |
-And then, I went to bed. | 0:24:11 | 0:24:13 | |
-It all sounds like -an ordinary Christmas. | 0:24:13 | 0:24:15 | |
-It was. | 0:24:16 | 0:24:17 | |
-Bedtime! | 0:24:18 | 0:24:19 | |
-But I still don't think -the snow was different. | 0:24:29 | 0:24:32 | |
-Oh, but it was! | 0:24:33 | 0:24:34 | |
-Oh, but it was! - -How could snow be different then? | 0:24:34 | 0:24:35 | |
-How could snow be different then? | 0:24:35 | 0:24:36 | |
-Hush, I'll show you later. | 0:24:36 | 0:24:39 | |
-# It's late in the evening | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
-# My family's around | 0:24:47 | 0:24:50 | |
-# I look out of my window | 0:24:50 | 0:24:53 | |
-# There isn't a sound | 0:24:54 | 0:24:57 | |
-# The feeling inside me | 0:24:58 | 0:25:00 | |
-# As I snuggle up tight | 0:25:01 | 0:25:04 | |
-# Is happy and cosy | 0:25:05 | 0:25:08 | |
-# On Christmas night | 0:25:08 | 0:25:10 | |
-# And I dream of your stories | 0:25:12 | 0:25:16 | |
-# Of magical joy | 0:25:16 | 0:25:19 | |
-# Of Christmas -when you were a little boy | 0:25:21 | 0:25:25 | |
-# We walked in the country | 0:25:26 | 0:25:29 | |
-# And down to the sea | 0:25:30 | 0:25:32 | |
-# We walked in the mountains | 0:25:33 | 0:25:36 | |
-# Just you and me | 0:25:37 | 0:25:40 | |
-# Now morning is near | 0:25:41 | 0:25:44 | |
-# And you have to go | 0:25:44 | 0:25:47 | |
-# But I'll think of your stories | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
-# When you have to go # | 0:25:52 | 0:26:00 | |
-S4C Subtitles by GWEAD | 0:26:05 | 0:26:07 | |
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