Anyway, when i do get a moment to curl up and read, with all the blankets over me, i like to read The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe when it is cold and snowy outside. This book, and all of the film and T.V. adaptations which have followed are an integral part of Christmas for me. The old, old BBC version gets brought out and watched by the fire, just like when i was very small. The newer film version also gets taken out of the DVD box and played, on repeat as i wonder around our home, catching some scenes, missing others. The fact that it is merely there is enough for me. The fact that it is a constant is quite enough.