Friday, 17 December 2010

Ralph Vaughan-Williams

It's cold out, say, and you're curled up by a fire-and there may be a Christmas tree illuminated in the background somewhere-and you're reading over your notes for your final examinations before the Christmas break. You think to yourself, "my I am tired of that cheesy, aweful Christmas music I hear in the stores, on the radio, on television. If only there were something that encapsulated the warmth I'm feeling right now, without all the holiday cheapness."

Here is that moment of perfection.

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