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Season’s Greetings

December 25, 2008 · 4 Comments

But soon the steeples called good people all, to church and chapel, and away they came, flocking through the streets in their best clothes, and with their gayest faces. And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye-streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying their dinners to the bakers’ shops. The sight of these poor revellers appeared to interest the Spirit very much, for he stood with Scrooge beside him in a baker’s doorway, and taking off the covers as their bearers passed, sprinkled incense on their dinners from his torch. And it was a very uncommon kind of torch, for once or twice when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their good humour was restored directly. For they said, it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas Day. And so it was! God love it, so it was!

Merry Christmas and a happy new year.

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  • grenow // December 25, 2008 at 5:13 am

    One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

    All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.

    It was on the afternoon of the Christmas Eve, and I was in Mrs. Prothero’s garden, waiting for cats, with her son Jim. It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. Patient, cold and callous, our hands wrapped in socks, we waited to snowball the cats. Sleek and long as jaguars and horrible-whiskered, spitting and snarling, they would slink and sidle over the white back-garden walls, and the lynx-eyed hunters, Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined trappers from Hudson Bay, off Mumbles Road, would hurl our deadly snowballs at the green of their eyes. The wise cats never appeared.

    Nadolig llawen.

  • Barton Paul Levenson // December 25, 2008 at 10:13 am

    Merry Christmas to all, and for Jewish or Muslim readers, hope you had a good Hanukkah or Eid al-Fitr. Seasons greetings to the nonbelievers. And apologies if I already posted this anywhere else on this site.

  • dhogaza // December 25, 2008 at 4:34 pm

    Happy Holidays indeed.

    No quarreling means I can’t point out that Portland, Oregon’s first White Christmas in many years proves that the world is cooling, not warming?

    Drat! :)

    (just kidding, and the snow here on xmas day is a real treat)

  • David B. Benson // December 26, 2008 at 9:32 pm

    Happy holidays to everybody.

    (And now I need to go back to shoveling.)

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