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A Christmas Narrative (Courtesy of Charles Dickens)

Since this blog is called "Narrative Assets", I thought I would close the year with a snippet from Charles Dickens Pickwick Papers.

Dickens words capture the true story and spirit of the holiday season - the story of families coming together, of laughter and shared companionship. He describes the ability of Christmas to transport us to the days of our youth, and to help the more "seasoned" regain a sense of their own. Christmas is all about storytelling, and its power to transport us to places that have real meaning in our lives.

To all of my loyal readers all over the world, I would like to wish you a fabulous holiday season and best of luck in 2008. May the New Year give you the opportunity to write the story of your life.

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And now, some words to capture the spirit of Christmas from Charles Dickens:

"And numerous indeed are the hearts to which Christmas brings a brief season of happiness and enjoyment. How many families whose members have
been dispersed and scattered far and wide, in the restless struggles of life, are then re-united, and meet once again in that happy state of companionship and mutual good-will, which is a source of such pure and unalloyed delight, and one so incompatible with the cares and sorrows of the world, that the religious belief of the most civilized nations, and the rude traditions of the roughest savages, alike number it among the first joys of a future state of existence, provided for the blest and happy! How many old recollections, and how many dormant sympathies, does Christmas time awaken!

We write these words now, many miles distant from the spot at which,
year after year, we met on that day, a merry and joyous circle. Many of
the hearts that throb so gaily then, have ceased to beat; many of the
looks that shone so brightly then, have ceased to glow; the hands we
grasped, have grown cold; the eyes we sought, have hid their lustre in
the grave; and yet the old house, the room, the merry voices and smiling
faces, the jest, the laugh, the most minute and trivial circumstance
connected with those happy meetings, crowd upon our mind at each
recurrence of the season, as if the last assemblage had been but
yesterday. Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions
of our childish days, that can recall to the old man the pleasures of
his youth, and transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of
miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home!"

 

 

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