Anyone who could play an instrument, carry a tune (sort of) or memorize a verse was pressed into service. Once or twice Dad was the accompanist on his accordian and Terry and I variously sang, starred in plays, or recited. After the entertainment, Santa arrived and every child got a bag of treats. Mandarin oranges (not available all year) and candy. Real treats because we didn't grown up on a diet of pop and sweet stuff. Santa brought some lucky kids gifts ahead of time.
I still remember the fun and the excitement. It was a long time ago but magical in memory. Everyone had to pitch in. Everyone dressed in their best. Everyone enjoyed the concert.
My wish for everyone is that same excitement and joy this holiday season. The times were simpler but wonderful, too. Merry Christmas!
Ah, Fezziwig's ball. This original illustration by John Leech was part of the A Christmas Carol when Charles Dickens first published the novella December 19th, 1843. It was written in six weeks when the Martin Chuzzlewit serialization suffered poor sales. Dicken's publisher wanted a Christmas story. What a tale it is! The first print run ran out in three days, making A Christmas Carol an instant success. It has never been out of print.
I just re-read A Christmas Carol. What evocative writing, what wonderful characters. Tiny Tim still tugs the heart strings. Even though Scrooge is such a cheap curmudgeon, by the time you have gone along with him and the three ghosts, you feel such sadness for what he has lost and what he has sacrificed for his cold, comfortless cash that you are hoping there is some chance for his redemption.
His transformation is miraculous and wonderful. Dicken's Christmas tale is still a story for our times. There is a lesson about consumerism and giving up all for wealth. I wish the ghosts of Christmas Past, Christmas Present and and Christmas Yet to Come could visit PM Harper and Premier Prentice to show them the error of their ways and soften their hard stances. There are far more important things than Economic Expansion.
A Christmas Carol is a cautionary tale but it holds possible such opportunity. If I had one Christmas wish...
Harry Knight of Calgary, Alberta was a guest performer at our local Encore performance Saturday night. He was introduced as exceptionally cute which seemed a strange way to announce an act. Then Harry came on stage...blond, wearing a pork-pie hat and standing 4 feet, maybe, the seven-year-old proceeded to amaze with his ability to play Flamenco guitar. Engaging and charming, Harry sat on his small white chair with a black rest for his foot. He introduced each piece smoothly and made playing look easy. Beyond description, really, so here's a youtube link. Ignore the man with the cowboy hat...Harry is only being introduced. Then listen and enjoy.
I've been married a long time and often write about everyday events.