Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his
head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold,
piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh
air; merry bells. Oh, glorious. Glorious!
"What's to-day?" cried Scrooge, calling downward
to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
"Eh?" returned the boy, with all his might of
wonder.
"What's to-day, my fine fellow?" said Scrooge.
"To-day?" replied the boy. "Why,
Christmas Day."
If you happen to find yourself here at Pobble Thoughts today, know you are in my thoughts. That I wish you merry and bright.
And god bless us, everyone.
Those are Pobble Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee.
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