There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,’ returned the nephew. ‘Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!
Found this set of dolls at a garage sale several years ago. They were crafted by Simpick out of Colorado Springs, CO, circa 1952.
I pull these treasured pieces of art every Christmas season as a displayed reminder our time on earth can either bless or curse. We learn to choose wisely or be booed.
The Dicken’s tale is a long-lived, well-loved Christmas tradition shown on live theater every where. The film versions are abundant, remade many times over.