Here, here!
And a little high-brow Christmas cheer:
"Yes! And the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own...
'I don't know what to do!' Cried Scrooge.. 'I am as light as a feather, as
happy as an angel, as merry as a school boy!'
Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all and infinitely more; and to
Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend,
as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other
good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed
to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, and little heeded them;
for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe, for
good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset;
and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as
well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have the malady in
less attractive forms. His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for
him.
He had no further intercourse with Spirits, but lived upon the Total
Abstinence Principle, ever afterwards; and it was always said of him, that he
knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge.
May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed,
God Bless Us, Every One!"
"A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens (http://www.stormfax.com/5dickens.htm)
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