A Yuletide Tradition

[Dave Monroe]

"Then for another moment it seems that all the Christmas bells in the
creation are about to join in chorus-that all their random pealing
will be, this one time, coordinated, in harmony, present with tidings
of explicit comfort, feasible joy." (GR, Pt. I,. p. 70)

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Also ...

   "Snow-Balls have flown their Arcs, starr'd the sides of
Outbuildings, as of Cousins, carried Hats away into the brisk Wind off
Delaware,-- the Sleds are brought in and their Runners carefully dried
and greased, shoes deposited in the back Hall, a stocking'd-foot
Descent made upon the great Kitchen, in a purposeful Dither since
Morning, punctuated by the ringing Lids of Boilers and Stewing-Pots,
fragrant with Pie-Spices, peel'd Fruits, Suet, heated Sugar,-- the
Children, having all upon the Fly, among rhythmic slaps of Batter and
Spoon, coax'd and stolen what they might, proceed, as upon each
afternoon all this snowy December, to a comfortable Room at the rear
of the House, years since given over to their carefree Assaults...."
(M&D, Ch. 1, p. 5)

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And in memoriam ...

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God bless us all, everyone ...