Lanterns Across the Snow with The Village Quire. Snow always fell on Christmas Eve, fat and soft as goose feathers, to lie like a quilt upon the ground all winter. That is what Frances remembers, now that she is old, at another Christmas time. A happy childhood is like a magic circle. Lit from within it throws a beam forwards into the present. Susan Hill’s mesmerising novel adapted for performance and interlaced with lovely old carols, rousing West Gallery anthems and delicate seasonal harmonie... See more >