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And to all, a good night!

Good to have most of my energy back. Spent much of the day at the office getting everything settled for tomorrow's worship, then a bit of time downtown with errands. A risky venture, downtown on Christmas Eve, but things weren't too crazy and I enjoyed being out in the bustle a bit. Was even able to give a bit of Christmas kindness—there is no generic sort for me, as my own goodness is far too weak a thing to take wing without Christ's mercy bearing it aloft.

Settling in for the evening with A Christmas Carol; some dialogue nicely parallels the ongoing struggle with Christmas we find in our world and our hearts (though in some cases it has been repainted in more contemporary or postmodern hues):
Scrooge: Nephew, you keep Christmas in your way. I'll keep it in mine.

Fred: But you don't keep it!

Scrooge: Then let me leave it alone, then.

Fred: I still say, "Merry Christmas!"

Scrooge: That's all you do say, much good it does you—much good it'll ever do you.

Fred: I daresay there are many things I've got a lot of good from which haven't made me a penny profit—Christmas amongst 'em. You see, Uncle, I've always thought of Christmas as a time for good, not a time for profit. A kind, forgiving time. A time when men and women can think of others. It has never put an extra penny in my pocket, but I believe Christmas has done me good and will do me good! So I still say, "Merry Christmas, Uncle!"
So whether the "Bah, humbugs!" come from traditional Scrooges or in cloaks of skewed pluralism, I still say "Merry Christmas!" to them all. We all need it, like we need nothing else.

God bless us, every one.


Merry Christmas!

We said it to our waitress tonight, and she got this stunned look - as if no one had said this non-PC term to her. Then she smiled a huge smile and said it back.
Merry Christmas, Lee!
I saw this and thought of you . . . not insultingly, mind you, just w/ regard to conversations . . .


My wife teaches ACC every year. Reading the dialogue posted here, she exclaimed, "They've stripped A Christmas Carol of a Christmas carol!" She insists that you be appraised of the original text:</blockquote>'Uncle!' pleaded the nephew.

'Nephew!' returned the uncle, sternly, 'keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.'

'Keep it!' repeated Scrooge's nephew. 'But you don't keep it.'

'Let me leave it alone, then,' said Scrooge. 'Much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you!'

'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!'</blockquote>Very merry indeed.


Nerd that I am, I looked up the original text last night as I was transcribing, and (hopefully to your sister's relief) far preferred it to the sanitized made-for-television version. But I couldn't in good conscience pretend I was demonstrating any literary aptitude when in truth I was just watching TiVo. Hence, the eunuch version.

It's not an Abraham story

Oh, and why I referred to your wife as your sister in my prior comment is a mystery to me. All heebie-jeebies are completely my fault. Deepest apologies.