All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged, fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hand in the snow and bring out whatever I can find.Dylan Thomas`s lyrical account of his childhood Christmases in a small Welsh town, featuring wolves, bears, hippos and Mrs Prothero`s cat, has become deservedly famous. This re-designed edition celebrates the centenary of his birth, and features brand-new artwork from illustrator Peter Bailey. A beautiful gift edition of a classic work from one of Britain`s best-loved writers.