The classic Christmas story from Dickens never gets old.
"There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I
have not profited, I dare say,' returned the nephew. 'Christmas among
the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it
has come round—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 bound 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!"
"He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the
people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and
questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of homes, and up
to the windows, and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He
had never dreamed of any walk, that anything, could give him so much
happiness."
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