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…
Having imbibed a fair amount of pro-small-town prejudice in the form of Hallmark Christmas movies (which I actually find relaxing in spite of this), I thought I’d retaliate with a link to my short story About Those Small Town Values, first posted in 2010.
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…
From my sister, Betty Nick, received in e-mail and posted by permission. She wrote this when she was a pre-teen. Christmas is a happy time With loved ones near; God must feel sad to have Another Christmas come With so many of His children, So content down here.
* “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,…
