Portrait of Scrooge by Everett Shinn
There I was out in the cold (again.)
Do the people who ask for holiday donations for the poor really know what it is like for us?
Do they do it so they can feel better when they sit down to a big fat goose?
I can’t wish them ill really I can’t. I just wish my belly could for one day a year be filled with something that didn’t come out of a can.
I would love to have one gift (even if it was fruitcake) that was wrapped with a red ribbon that I could spend a half hour opening.
I’m not that much different than you. Well yes my face is dirty and I’m missing a tooth (or two), but we all want similar things (warm beds, food for the kids, and a loving smile to say goodnight to.)
That’s not what you look forward to?
Ah yes you are part of the Scrooge Tide. It never changes just the amount that jangles in the pocket. During Ebenezer’s time, it was probably a jumble of coins worth fifty dollars (or 30 pound sterling). Now the sound is the inaudible click of plastic rubbing against plastic. Hmmm what is your credit limit? 2o,000, 100,000 for each card, unlimited…????
My limit is $10. No, that is not per day – that is per month. They all hoped I would just give up, dig the hole myself, and throw myself in it.
Not yet! You Scrooges out there with your long noses and beady eyes – your time will come!! Plastic cards will be worth nothing and you will be unable to rub them together to stay warm.
I’d like to toast you then with some holiday cheer. But we will wait. There is plenty of holly where I live to decorate the halls and I’m more than willing to share my can opener…
Today’s prompt at WordPress daily writing prompt is Ready Set Go. Take ten minutes and just write – then post. I did take a moment to correct spelling errors but aside from that this is a straight write.
Photograph images are of my copy of A Christmas Carol circa 1938.