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There's something extra special in this time of the year.
The air is crisp and cold—makes you step lively. After stepping around in the cold, getting the work done, there’s nothing that touches the luxury of the warm fire at the end of the day. Brisk stepping works up an appetite; food tastes good; you eat too much and then sit before a fire and watch the flames. That’s living!
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A women was overheard the other day: “I'm all through for Christmas. My fruit cakes and mincemeat are made, and every present is bought, wrapped up, and tagged.”
Madam, that ain’t even decent! ■Such efficiency represents the coldest, most mercenary exhibitionism yet beheld in this commercialized Christian season!
Perhaps I have already taken my hike to locate a tree; I may even admit I tied a rag on it so I could find it easily on Christmas Eve. I may admit—under pressure— that one or two presents planned required some early preliminary work—but they axe not wrappel and placed on the closet shelf before December has even dawned!
When I reach the time that Christmas can’t have some excitement and last-minute rush before the actual day arrives, I’m going to sleep through it. If I can’t be half worn-out by the time the carollers come around, it just won’t be Christmas!
I approve of efficiency. Good business is right. Being prepared for certain times is all well and good-but that’s not Christmas and I refuse to have it that way. Christmas is a Very special timeall its own-and I'm not having mine spoiled by turning it into any modern-day assembly line of “getting things done” in any particularly efficient manner.
So, madam, if you are happy over having all your Christmas plans complete, wrapped and on
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