Skip to comments.WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS TO ME
Posted on 12/18/2003 3:53:16 PM PST by boothead
Christmas is a fine joysome day whereon you wipe clean the slate of all animosity and forgive all wrongs, real or imaginary. Tis a day to throw Tiny Tim upon your shoulder and give him a ride, the while you imbibe somewhat of his philosophy. A day, if you please, when you can take a headlong dive into the waters of eternal youth and expunge from your countenance, the crowsfeet which would fain creep in. Nothing like a bath in Christmas Spirit to keep you young. Christmas is a day when ten cents talks. You can then invest it so that you get a hundred percent kick; a hundred percent thrill and a hundred in real profit. Even pennies at Christmastide are wonderfully resultful. With a handful of pence, you can set in motions tiny wavelets of joy and happiness and glory which will widen and widen until infinity only can say whence the wavelets cease to widen. If perchance, you don't have even the pennies, that's all right. Doesn't make a bit of difference. An old chicken rooster dressed and roasted or a pair of little shoes which have grown to small for the first wearer will do the trick. The stage this year is ideally set so you can participate in the setting in motion those little wavelets of joysomeness and sunshine. Deny yourself of just one cigar and make a kiddie glad, neglect for one night your nightly facial and the resulant saving will make another child dance in delight. Cut out the cocktails to you friends this year and let the price of those cocktails start wavelets. Yes the cocktails start wavelets but they cese in forty eight hours with a headache.
The joys and thrills at Christmas run in an ever changing panorama. To the little Christian of six, it means a stocking hung by the hearth with just what anticipations who can say? To the little Christian five years bigger, it means firecrackers and rabbit shooting; to the little Christian still another five years later, it means the day of budding love and packages done up on the sly for some little loved bud of womanhood. Another five years it means the establishment of another fireside with more stockings hung by the hearth. Thenceforward, the crowsfeet try to slip in and but for Christmas, they'd do their stuff. But Christmas keeps you young so take another rip with Tim, erase those old scores on the slate, douse again into the fountain of youth, deny yourself at least a cigar and one nightly facial, dress and roast the old rooster, hunt the too small second hand articles. Put them to earning something and continue to participate in the greatest aniversary of any age. Forget all form and ceremonial and instead of following the dictates of your ministers or conscience, just for the once, follow where leads the little voice down in around your heart and MERRY CHRISTMAS.
The ends don't just the meams though. ;-)
This thread had amazing potential, too.
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