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Post by audreyj on Dec 16, 2011 15:22:57 GMT -5
Hi is anyone going to see Tom, he'll be doing a reading at the Christmas Celebration at 7:30 pm. I wish I could be there!
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Post by beckettologist on Dec 16, 2011 22:04:03 GMT -5
Hi is anyone going to see Tom, he'll be doing a reading at the Christmas Celebration at 7:30 pm. I wish I could be there! Me Too! I need to find out what he will be reading. Last year he read at another event and it was part of Dicken's "A Christmas Carol."
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Post by sanssouci on Dec 18, 2011 18:45:25 GMT -5
Would it be great to attend Tom's reading at Westminster Cathedral? Hopefully we'll hear all about it.
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Post by beckettologist on Dec 22, 2011 1:41:30 GMT -5
This is what Tom read:
Christmas by John Betjeman The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught the streaks of winter rain In many a stained-glass window sheen From Crimson Lake to Hookers Green.
The holly in the windy hedge And round the Manor House the yew Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge, The altar, font and arch and pew, So that the villagers can say 'The church looks nice' on Christmas Day.
Provincial Public Houses blaze, Corporation tramcars clang, On lighted tenements I gaze, Where paper decorations hang, And bunting in the red Town Hall Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'.
And London shops on Christmas Eve Are strung with silver bells and flowers As hurrying clerks the City leave To pigeon-haunted classic towers, And marbled clouds go scudding by The many-steepled London sky.
And girls in slacks remember Dad, And oafish louts remember Mum, And sleepless children's hearts are glad. And Christmas-morning bells say 'Come!' Even to shining ones who dwell Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.
And is it true, This most tremendous tale of all, Seen in a stained-glass window's hue, A Baby in an ox's stall? The Maker of the stars and sea Become a Child on earth for me?
And is it true? For if it is, No loving fingers tying strings Around those tissued fripperies, The sweet and silly Christmas things, Bath salts and inexpensive scent And hideous tie so kindly meant,
No love that in a family dwells, No carolling in frosty air, Nor all the steeple-shaking bells Can with this single Truth compare - That God was man in Palestine And lives today in Bread and Wine.
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