Every Christmas Morning Now, Every Christmas Morning Then

“There are no days more full than those we go back to. All those Christmases collide into each other and my memory is decorated by a series of mirrors, flashing light into chambers of sound and colour…the briquettes sparking red-layered on the fire, the crinkling of the ridiculous paper hats at dinnertime…and the laughter moving to deep silence at three in the afternoon when we leaned up against one another like old tires, full of turkey and gravy and trifle and God knows how many slices of plum pudding.”

“Every Christmas morning now is full of every Christmas morning then and we are still allowed to dream.”

Colum McCann

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