Monday, March 23, 2015

Christmas in late March.

“Spirit!” he cried, tight clutching at its robe, “hear me! I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope!”
For the first time the hand appeared to shake.
"Good Spirit,” he pursued, as down upon the ground he fell before it: “Your nature intercedes for me, and pities me. Assure me that I yet may change these shadows you have shown me, by an altered life!”
The kind hand trembled.
“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!”

Well, I'm glad to see that some people, like Mr. Scrooge, honour Christmas in their hearts and try to keep it all the year. 

At least, so far they appear to be. 



Seen over the weekend while walking the dog. 

Okay, people, I know it was a tough, cold, snowy, miserable winter, and it's even freezing cold this morning as I write this, and the desire to be outdoors taking down decorations was not all it could have been. BUT IT IS TIME, PEOPLE. Yes, it is cold, but IT IS SPRING. All the snow that fell Friday has melted, leaving trace amounts of ice. The clocks have moved ahead. Presidents Day sales are over. The shamrocks have come down. Easter candy fills the stores. The garden centers are stocked and ready to move. 

Santa got to get back to the pole, people. Get the off the peppermint stick.


UPDATE: Mr. Philbin takes me to task for Santa Shaming these people (and there were others) who still have Christmas decorations up, pointing out that maybe they need a little Christmas, that we are at our best when we have the Spirit of Christmas, of hope and giving, all year 'round, and I should cut the crap. I merely note that this case illustrates the fine line in practice between constancy and laziness, between defending to the last ditch and being unwilling to get your butt off the sofa.
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