Scrooge really doesn’t get it, someone thought. Perhaps he needs a little shove. It was a fine Christmas Eve, and Ebenezer Scrooge was at home eating his supper. He had done well that day. Corn sold at above the market rate. Debts collected from people who couldn’t afford it. He’d put Bob Cratchit in his…
* “No!” yelled Evelyn at the apparition. “No! You’ve got it all wrong!” “As I was saying,” the ghost intoned, “you will be visited by three spirits.” “Yes, I know. Christmas past, Christmas present, Christmas future. Everybody knows that. It’s been done and redone. But it doesn’t apply to me.” The ghost looked mildly disturbed,…
What makes knowledge definitive?
A haiku
Five minutes before the inspector arrived, Connor decided that he had waited long enough and went to bed and fell sound asleep.
The fictional Jimmy writes an essay on miracles after a conversation with his mother. Are you perpetuating any of these ideas with your children?
Is there an appropriate time for fear?
Jared waited, somewhat impatiently. The old story-teller sat very still and seemed to be staring off into the distance. The longer the old man stared, the more nervous Jared became. He remembered the words. “The old story-teller has never given his blessing to anyone on their first try.” But Jared had listened carefully to every…
Let your voice be heard!Don’t hold back!Announce it with fanfare.Tell my people they’ve left,Veered right off the path. Even so, they keep looking for me,as though they really like my way.They act like they’ve been righteous,Coloring inside my established lines.They want me to judge righteously,as though they really want to obey. “We’ve fasted. Why don’t…
I’m making two earlier Christmas stories from this blog sticky and linking them here. I may manage to write a new Christmas story, but these two have been on my mind today. There are at least two ways of going off the rails with charity. One is becoming a scrooge–a stick in the mud, miserable…
“I don’t see where I have anything to be thankful for,” said the 95 year old man grumpily as he trimmed roses in the garden of his suburban home, and looked across the yard at his wife. (Featured image generated by Jetpack AI.)
