That is the last sentence of Charles Dicken's 'A Christmas Carol.' A well known story and often read every year. First published 17 December 1843, it is a well known tale of a bitter old man who is transformed. Dickens' Victorian England mixed the struggles between classes and often reflected a picture of charm, quaintness and character.
During Christmas, in part, because of A Christmas Carol, we think of London and the England. So living in London during Christmas it is fun to stroll the streets and think of days of old.
Walking the streets and by-ways there are so many reminders of the Christmas season. Roasting chestnuts, markets, shop windows and lights. At night you see the silhouette of the Victorian era chimneys against the Christmas moon light.
Where else will you
see a Brussels Sprout
Christmas Tree... or
fresh game rabbit, duck, goose, pheasant, and so much more. Both in Borough Market. There are fresh Christmas Trees and Carol Singers.
This was one of my favorite Christmas window displays (Purdey's of London). It has so many items that Jackie and I love... light fixtures, fabrics, suitcases, hat boxes, books, benches, shelves, among other treats that have become hidden by an early snow and frozen in time.
Walking throughout London at Christmas, the lights draw you down streets and lanes and shops.
Or perhaps, if you walk and seek long and hard enough you can find the reason for the season,
This Christmas Season may your door be welcoming...
and the warmth of your home bring peace and joy...
Merry Christmas and God Bless us, everyone!
Jackie and Beth