Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I feel like Scrooge
Even though I'm being more generous in my gift giving this year, I am feeling more like Scrooge. When Christmas rolls around, I am not ready for it. I am still longing for the warm weather.
The season isolates people who don't have family, and who are lonely. It forces people to scramble to buy gifts, and puts a huge emphasis on the material.
It just bugs me for this reason.
So, I feel like Scrooge.
This is what Dickens says about Scrooge:
"Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind-
stone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping,
scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and
sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out
generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary
as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features,
nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek,
stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue;
and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice." - A Christmas Carol, Stave 1: Marley's Ghost
OK, so I guess I'm not that bad!