I love Dicken’s a Christmas Tale. Absolutely love it – just like I love the Nutcracker – such a strange tale that is! But Ebenezer Scrooge and Charles Dickens lived in an industrial society, long before consumer culture was born. My desire is simply to see one give of the heart this season, in time, gentleness, and homemade goodies. As the Grinch learned in Whoville:
Grinch: Pooh-pooh to the Whos!
Narrator: …he was grinchily humming.
Grinch: They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming. They’re just waking up, I know just what they’ll do. Their mouths will hang open a minute or two, Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry, “Boo Hoo!” That’s a noise, (the Grinch said,) that I simply must hear!
Narrator: So he paused, And the Grinch put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow… But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded glad![Whos singing]
Narrator: Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling:
Grinch: How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes, or bags!
Narrator: And he puzzled and puzzed, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. Maybe Christmas… perhaps… means a little bit more.”