Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Day

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.