Christmas
We continue our annual tradition of featuring Washington Irving's wonderful writings on Christmas from The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon. Gent. We'll post readings over the next week. You'll want to clicky, clicky to the full text. Try reading the chapters aloud. We won't mind.
"The pitchy gloom without makes the heart dilate on entering the room filled with the glow and warmth of the evening fire. The ruddy blaze diffuses an artificial summer and sunshine through the room, and lights up each countenance in a kindlier welcome. Where does the honest face of hospitality expand into a broader and more cordial smile — where is the shy glance of love more sweetly eloquent — than by the winter fireside? and as the hollow blast of wintry wind rushes through the hall, claps the distant door, whistles about the casement, and rumbles down the chimney, what can be more grateful than that feeling of sober and sheltered security, with which we look round upon the comfortable chamber and the scene of domestic hilarity?"
Christmas here.
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