"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....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!"
Dickens, "A Christmas Carol"
"My, how foolish I am!" my friend cries,
suddenly alert, like a woman remembering too late she has biscuits in the oven. "You know what I've always thought?" she asks
in a tone of discovery, and not smiling at me but a point beyond. "I've always thought that a body would have to be
sick and dying before they saw the Lord. And I imagined that when He came it would be like looking at the Baptist window:
pretty as colored glass with the sun pouring through, such a shine you don't know it's getting dark. And it's been a comfort:
to think of that shine taking away all that spooky feeling. But I'll wager it never happens. I"ll wager at the very
end a body realizes the Lord has already shown Himself. That things as they are" -----her hand circles in a gesture
that gathers clouds and kites and grass and Queenie pawing earth over her bone----- "just what they've always seen, was seeing
Him. As for me, I could leave the world with today in my eyes." ~ Truman Capote, "A Christmas Memory"