Monday, December 15

Of the many things I do in Advent, the one I love most is to bask in the joy of reading my favorite story: ‘A Christmas Carol’. Come Christmas-time, this small storybook finds a place on my study-desk. It is an old unabridged edition. Though the book is underlined all over, there are two places where I stand still and think of the ethos that goes before the Christmas….

“Bah! Humbug! Ebenezer Scrooge has no use for Christmas. He feels it is a waste of money and time. Scrooge hates Christmas cheer, warm wishes, and the spirit of giving. He cares for no one, and no one cares for him. Scrooge is a miser, a cold and heartless old man. Until one night….”

“….But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas-time, when it has come around—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that- as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bond on other journeys, And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket , I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it ! ”

God Bless Christmas-time! God Bless Christmas-time!!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very good!