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The Spirit of Christmas
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Behind the long serving table, scowling at The Nicholas boys was Mrs. Thorn, a large, hard faced woman dressed in gray with a face that resembled that of a hawk. “There are my little half-frozen beggars. I’ve hot soup waiting to warm your half frozen innards.” Her smile was half warm, half hawk and half dead. “Well, where is my Coffer of coins? Have you made us a small
fortune with your warm smiles and pleasant manners, the way that I taught ya? You best have done well, if you expect to eat tonight!”
― The Spirit of Christmas
Behind the long serving table, scowling at The Nicholas boys was Mrs. Thorn, a large, hard faced woman dressed in gray with a face that resembled that of a hawk. “There are my little half-frozen beggars. I’ve hot soup waiting to warm your half frozen innards.” Her smile was half warm, half hawk and half dead. “Well, where is my Coffer of coins? Have you made us a small
fortune with your warm smiles and pleasant manners, the way that I taught ya? You best have done well, if you expect to eat tonight!”
― The Spirit of Christmas
“J. Edgerton/ The Spirit of Christmas Page 17 Continued
JONAS AND JAMES (SINGING)
“O come all ye faithful. Joyful and triumphant. O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him. Born the king of angels. O come let us adore him.
O come let us adore him. O come let us adore him. Christ the lord.”
“Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultations. Sing, all ye citizens of heavn above;
Glory to god, Glory in the highest. O come let us adore him.
O come let us adore him. O come let us adore him, Christ the lord!”
An occasional passer-by dropped a coin into the cup held by the littlest Nicholas.
Thorn tipped his hat to them, trying to keep his greedy looks to a minimum. “Sing loudly my little scalawags. We’ve only a few blocks to go of skullduggery. Then you’ll have hot potato soup before a warm fire.”
The Nicholas boys sang louder as they shivered from the falling snow and the wind that seemed to cut right through their shabby clothes, to their very souls.
A wicked smile spread over the face of the villainous Mr. Thorn, as he heard the clink of a coin topple into the cup. “That’s it little alley muffins, shiver more it’s good for business.” His evil chuckle automatically followed and he had to stifle it.
They trudged on, a few coins added to the coffer from smiling patrons.
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Mr. Angel continued to follow them unobserved, darting into a doorway as Mr. Thorn glanced slyly behind him, like a common criminal but there was nothing common about him.
They paused before the Gotham Orphanage that rose up with its cold stone presence and
its’ weathered sign. Thorn’s deep voice echoed as ominous as the sight before them, “Gotham
Orphanage, home sweet home! A shelter for wayward boys and girls and a nest to us all!” He
slyly drew a coin from his pocket, and twirled it through his fingers. Weather faced Thorn
then bit down on the rusty coin, to make sure that it was real. He then deposited all of the coin
into the inner pocket of his coat, with an evil chuckle.
IV. “GOTHAM ORPHANAGE”
“Now never you mind about the goings on of my business. You just mind your own. Now off with ya. Get into the hall to prepare for dinner, such as it is,” Thorn’s words echoed behind them. “And not a word to anyone of my business or you’ll see the back of me hand.” He pushed the boy toward the dingy stone building that was their torment and their shelter.
The tall Toymaker glanced after them and then trod cautiously towards Gotham
Orphanage.
Jonas and James paced along the cracked stone pathway and up the front steps of the main entryway, that towered in cold stone before them.
Thorn ushered the boys through the weathered front door to Gotham’s Orphanage.
Mr. Angel paced after them and paused, unobserved, near the entrance.
As they trudged across the worn hard wood floors of Gotham Orphanage, gala Irish music was heard coming from the main hall of building. Thorn herded the boys into the main hall of the orphanage that was filled with every size and make of both orphan boys and girls seated quietly at tables, eating their dinner. Then he turned with an evil look and hurriedly headed down the long hallway with the money they’ve earned.
Jonas and James paced hungrily through the main hall, before a long table with a large, black kettle on top of it and loaves of different types of bread. They both glanced back at a small
makeshift stage where orphans in shabby clothes sat stone faced with instruments, playing an Irish Christmas Ballad. Occasionally a sour note was heard. At a far table sat Men and Women
of the Community who had come to have dinner and support the orphanage. In front of them was a small, black kettle with a sign that said “Donations”.”
― The Spirit of Christmas
JONAS AND JAMES (SINGING)
“O come all ye faithful. Joyful and triumphant. O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold him. Born the king of angels. O come let us adore him.
O come let us adore him. O come let us adore him. Christ the lord.”
“Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultations. Sing, all ye citizens of heavn above;
Glory to god, Glory in the highest. O come let us adore him.
O come let us adore him. O come let us adore him, Christ the lord!”
An occasional passer-by dropped a coin into the cup held by the littlest Nicholas.
Thorn tipped his hat to them, trying to keep his greedy looks to a minimum. “Sing loudly my little scalawags. We’ve only a few blocks to go of skullduggery. Then you’ll have hot potato soup before a warm fire.”
The Nicholas boys sang louder as they shivered from the falling snow and the wind that seemed to cut right through their shabby clothes, to their very souls.
A wicked smile spread over the face of the villainous Mr. Thorn, as he heard the clink of a coin topple into the cup. “That’s it little alley muffins, shiver more it’s good for business.” His evil chuckle automatically followed and he had to stifle it.
They trudged on, a few coins added to the coffer from smiling patrons.
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Mr. Angel continued to follow them unobserved, darting into a doorway as Mr. Thorn glanced slyly behind him, like a common criminal but there was nothing common about him.
They paused before the Gotham Orphanage that rose up with its cold stone presence and
its’ weathered sign. Thorn’s deep voice echoed as ominous as the sight before them, “Gotham
Orphanage, home sweet home! A shelter for wayward boys and girls and a nest to us all!” He
slyly drew a coin from his pocket, and twirled it through his fingers. Weather faced Thorn
then bit down on the rusty coin, to make sure that it was real. He then deposited all of the coin
into the inner pocket of his coat, with an evil chuckle.
IV. “GOTHAM ORPHANAGE”
“Now never you mind about the goings on of my business. You just mind your own. Now off with ya. Get into the hall to prepare for dinner, such as it is,” Thorn’s words echoed behind them. “And not a word to anyone of my business or you’ll see the back of me hand.” He pushed the boy toward the dingy stone building that was their torment and their shelter.
The tall Toymaker glanced after them and then trod cautiously towards Gotham
Orphanage.
Jonas and James paced along the cracked stone pathway and up the front steps of the main entryway, that towered in cold stone before them.
Thorn ushered the boys through the weathered front door to Gotham’s Orphanage.
Mr. Angel paced after them and paused, unobserved, near the entrance.
As they trudged across the worn hard wood floors of Gotham Orphanage, gala Irish music was heard coming from the main hall of building. Thorn herded the boys into the main hall of the orphanage that was filled with every size and make of both orphan boys and girls seated quietly at tables, eating their dinner. Then he turned with an evil look and hurriedly headed down the long hallway with the money they’ve earned.
Jonas and James paced hungrily through the main hall, before a long table with a large, black kettle on top of it and loaves of different types of bread. They both glanced back at a small
makeshift stage where orphans in shabby clothes sat stone faced with instruments, playing an Irish Christmas Ballad. Occasionally a sour note was heard. At a far table sat Men and Women
of the Community who had come to have dinner and support the orphanage. In front of them was a small, black kettle with a sign that said “Donations”.”
― The Spirit of Christmas
“The two young boys raced along the sidewalk, twisting their way between passers-by, their eyes frantically glancing behind them at the large pursuing policeman.
Suddenly Mr. Thorn, a large, burley man dressed in black blocked their way and took them both by the collars. “So there you are!” He snatched the apple quickly from James’ hand.
“What have we here?” He was about to take a bite of it, when he saw the officer racing towards them. “It’s all right officer. I have the young scoundrels and I’ll make full restitutions for their thievery.” He quickly fished coins from his pocket and with a conning smile, put them in
the hand of the frowning Policeman. “And a little extra for your trouble, my good man. It’s such a small crime and the criminals so . . . minor.”
The burly policeman rocked back and forth considering and then grunted, after all it was Christmas. “Very well sir. I’ll give these to the Vendor but I catch either of you snatching again, it’s behind bars with you and a good strong workhouse. You got me!”
Jonas glanced down at his worn out boots, his face red with shame. “Oh yes sir.”
James followed suit and then glanced up into the gruff face of the law. “Sorry, we were just hungry!”
Mr. Thorn smiled and tipped his hat to the Policeman, who shaking his head, sauntered away. Immediately Mr. Thorn slapped Jonas hard across the face, drawing blood from his nose and then smacked James on the head, crushing his cap. He snatched the apple from James’ hand and pocketed them both. “So here you two no-accounts are? I’ve been searching high and wide for the lot of you. I left you at this corner and I expected to find you right where I left ya!”
He then snatched the cup from Jonas’ hand with a scowl. He poured the coins into his hand and his greedy eyes took in the meager profits.
Jonas immediately stammered justification for their absence. “We-we found a better corner to beg at, Mr. Thorn. I think we done all right.”
Mr. Thorn cleared his throat considering and then his boisterous laughter echoed.
He put his big arms around the two young lads. “Well, you done fine for us boys! We needs the money! We’ll have to have you two young Sirs representing our fine establishment again tomorrow, I do believe.” He chuckled cruelly.
“We’ve great charity in our hearts for you kiddies but a soulful heart won’t put bread and molasses on the table.” He greedily poured the coins into his coat pocket.
Both lads coughed mischievously at mention of such charitable actions.
Thorn eyed them both to see if they are making fun of him, which they were.
Jonas cleared his throat. “A bit of a tickle.”
Thorn growled and gruffly took hold of the boy’s arm. “I’d tickle you both with a whip if I thought you was funning with me! Now boys, you’ve roughed my gentle nature. You know
that I has nothing but love for the lot of you. My big heart swells at the sight of each and every one of you little bastards . . . I mean kiddies. Shall we on home?”
“Here Jamey lad, you hold the cup. Give us a song the two of you, to beg alms by. I think I’m in the mood for “Oh Come All Ye Faithful”, but make it sweet or there’s a lashing for the both of ya!”
Jonas and James exchanged tortured looks. Together the young Nicholas boys sweetly began to sing the song, as they moved through the crowd.
The Tall Toymaker followed them down the sidewalk, trying not to be observed by Thorn. ”And a villain enters the scene, an ugly villain at that!”
― The Spirit of Christmas
Suddenly Mr. Thorn, a large, burley man dressed in black blocked their way and took them both by the collars. “So there you are!” He snatched the apple quickly from James’ hand.
“What have we here?” He was about to take a bite of it, when he saw the officer racing towards them. “It’s all right officer. I have the young scoundrels and I’ll make full restitutions for their thievery.” He quickly fished coins from his pocket and with a conning smile, put them in
the hand of the frowning Policeman. “And a little extra for your trouble, my good man. It’s such a small crime and the criminals so . . . minor.”
The burly policeman rocked back and forth considering and then grunted, after all it was Christmas. “Very well sir. I’ll give these to the Vendor but I catch either of you snatching again, it’s behind bars with you and a good strong workhouse. You got me!”
Jonas glanced down at his worn out boots, his face red with shame. “Oh yes sir.”
James followed suit and then glanced up into the gruff face of the law. “Sorry, we were just hungry!”
Mr. Thorn smiled and tipped his hat to the Policeman, who shaking his head, sauntered away. Immediately Mr. Thorn slapped Jonas hard across the face, drawing blood from his nose and then smacked James on the head, crushing his cap. He snatched the apple from James’ hand and pocketed them both. “So here you two no-accounts are? I’ve been searching high and wide for the lot of you. I left you at this corner and I expected to find you right where I left ya!”
He then snatched the cup from Jonas’ hand with a scowl. He poured the coins into his hand and his greedy eyes took in the meager profits.
Jonas immediately stammered justification for their absence. “We-we found a better corner to beg at, Mr. Thorn. I think we done all right.”
Mr. Thorn cleared his throat considering and then his boisterous laughter echoed.
He put his big arms around the two young lads. “Well, you done fine for us boys! We needs the money! We’ll have to have you two young Sirs representing our fine establishment again tomorrow, I do believe.” He chuckled cruelly.
“We’ve great charity in our hearts for you kiddies but a soulful heart won’t put bread and molasses on the table.” He greedily poured the coins into his coat pocket.
Both lads coughed mischievously at mention of such charitable actions.
Thorn eyed them both to see if they are making fun of him, which they were.
Jonas cleared his throat. “A bit of a tickle.”
Thorn growled and gruffly took hold of the boy’s arm. “I’d tickle you both with a whip if I thought you was funning with me! Now boys, you’ve roughed my gentle nature. You know
that I has nothing but love for the lot of you. My big heart swells at the sight of each and every one of you little bastards . . . I mean kiddies. Shall we on home?”
“Here Jamey lad, you hold the cup. Give us a song the two of you, to beg alms by. I think I’m in the mood for “Oh Come All Ye Faithful”, but make it sweet or there’s a lashing for the both of ya!”
Jonas and James exchanged tortured looks. Together the young Nicholas boys sweetly began to sing the song, as they moved through the crowd.
The Tall Toymaker followed them down the sidewalk, trying not to be observed by Thorn. ”And a villain enters the scene, an ugly villain at that!”
― The Spirit of Christmas
“The Spirit of Christmas
The Boys finished their cider and handed the vendor the cups, smacking their lips and wiping their mouths on their sleeves. The towering Vendor smiled down on them. “And a Very Merry Christmas to you two young Gents.”
Jonas scowled up at him, “Christmas is a bunch of bunk, just meant for the rich. Come on Jamey.”
Little James Nicholas tipped his hat to the Vendor and his eyes shined angelically when he replied, “And a Merry Christmas to you too Sir!”
Jonas led the way as they raced the snowy sidewalks of New York. In his heart Jonas knew that they were late but the cider warmed him inside and he didn’t mind the risk.
Mr. Angel watched them run, knowing his work was cut out for him. “Christmas a bunk, hm-mmm! I’ve some work to do with these lads and not much time to do it in.” He glanced up at the heavens calculating the time before Christmas. He then tipped his hat to the vendor as he munched the delicious cheese.
The Cheese Vendor watched the kindly man depart, knowing there was indeed goodness abound in the world tonight. “Thank ye kind Sir!”
The tall Toymaker waved back at him over his shoulder, while keeping the two young dashing lads in sight. “And may the Spirit of Christmas haunt your home with joy.”
The Cheese Vendor chuckled to himself. “A joyful haunting? Be there such a thing?”
Mr. Angel followed along after the boys.
He passed a poor couple and thrust the bag of cheese into their hands.
The Poor Man’s face shined with pleasure, “Thank you and bless you sir.”
He nodded back at them with a smile. Ahead of him, Jonas and James rushed towards the corner. They raced past a fruit vendor and each of them snatched a piece of fruit from the boxes on display. The Fruit Vendor screamed after them, “Hey, you! Stop thieves!”
A New York Policeman witnessing the theft and blew his whistle. Then he shouted after them. “Stop thieves!” He immediately took up the chase, through the down pouring snow.
Mr. Angel could be seen in the background keeping pace behind the policeman.
The two young boys raced along the sidewalk, twisting their way between passers-by, their eyes frantically glancing behind them at the large pursuing policeman.
Suddenly Mr. Thorn, a large, burley man dressed in black blocked their way and took them both by the collars. “So there you are!”
He snatched the apple quickly from James’ hand.
“What have we here?” He was about to take a bite of it, when he saw the officer racing towards them. “It’s all right officer. I have the young scoundrels and I’ll make full restitutions for their thievery.” He quickly fished coins from his pocket and with a conning smile, put them in the hand of the frowning Policeman. “And a little extra for your trouble, my good man. It’s such a small crime and the criminals so . . . minor.”
The burly policeman rocked back and forth considering and then grunted, after all it was Christmas. “Very well sir. I’ll give these to the Vendor but I catch either of you snatching again, it’s behind bars with you and a good strong workhouse. You got me!”
Jonas glanced down at his worn out boots, his face red with shame. “Oh yes sir.”
James followed suit and then glanced up into the gruff face of the law. “Sorry, we were just hungry!”
― The Spirit of Christmas
The Boys finished their cider and handed the vendor the cups, smacking their lips and wiping their mouths on their sleeves. The towering Vendor smiled down on them. “And a Very Merry Christmas to you two young Gents.”
Jonas scowled up at him, “Christmas is a bunch of bunk, just meant for the rich. Come on Jamey.”
Little James Nicholas tipped his hat to the Vendor and his eyes shined angelically when he replied, “And a Merry Christmas to you too Sir!”
Jonas led the way as they raced the snowy sidewalks of New York. In his heart Jonas knew that they were late but the cider warmed him inside and he didn’t mind the risk.
Mr. Angel watched them run, knowing his work was cut out for him. “Christmas a bunk, hm-mmm! I’ve some work to do with these lads and not much time to do it in.” He glanced up at the heavens calculating the time before Christmas. He then tipped his hat to the vendor as he munched the delicious cheese.
The Cheese Vendor watched the kindly man depart, knowing there was indeed goodness abound in the world tonight. “Thank ye kind Sir!”
The tall Toymaker waved back at him over his shoulder, while keeping the two young dashing lads in sight. “And may the Spirit of Christmas haunt your home with joy.”
The Cheese Vendor chuckled to himself. “A joyful haunting? Be there such a thing?”
Mr. Angel followed along after the boys.
He passed a poor couple and thrust the bag of cheese into their hands.
The Poor Man’s face shined with pleasure, “Thank you and bless you sir.”
He nodded back at them with a smile. Ahead of him, Jonas and James rushed towards the corner. They raced past a fruit vendor and each of them snatched a piece of fruit from the boxes on display. The Fruit Vendor screamed after them, “Hey, you! Stop thieves!”
A New York Policeman witnessing the theft and blew his whistle. Then he shouted after them. “Stop thieves!” He immediately took up the chase, through the down pouring snow.
Mr. Angel could be seen in the background keeping pace behind the policeman.
The two young boys raced along the sidewalk, twisting their way between passers-by, their eyes frantically glancing behind them at the large pursuing policeman.
Suddenly Mr. Thorn, a large, burley man dressed in black blocked their way and took them both by the collars. “So there you are!”
He snatched the apple quickly from James’ hand.
“What have we here?” He was about to take a bite of it, when he saw the officer racing towards them. “It’s all right officer. I have the young scoundrels and I’ll make full restitutions for their thievery.” He quickly fished coins from his pocket and with a conning smile, put them in the hand of the frowning Policeman. “And a little extra for your trouble, my good man. It’s such a small crime and the criminals so . . . minor.”
The burly policeman rocked back and forth considering and then grunted, after all it was Christmas. “Very well sir. I’ll give these to the Vendor but I catch either of you snatching again, it’s behind bars with you and a good strong workhouse. You got me!”
Jonas glanced down at his worn out boots, his face red with shame. “Oh yes sir.”
James followed suit and then glanced up into the gruff face of the law. “Sorry, we were just hungry!”
― The Spirit of Christmas
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Mr. Angel smiled warmly at the vision of the two boys playing in the snow. “All God’s
creatures . . . one and all . . . large and small! But some more important than others, in their
magnificence. And I’ve found you both . . . at last”.
Jonas took off racing through the snow, the cup in his hand. “Come on James!”
James scrambled after him, the snow crunching pleasantly beneath his tiny feet. “Jonas
wait for me!”
The taller Nicholas stopped before a Cinder Vendor. “Two warm Ciders please, with
extra spices.”
The Cider Vendor raised an eyebrow as he took in the smudged face of the boy and
his shabby clothes. “Very well, young Sir. Have you money? I’m not a charity you know!”
Jonas quickly fished out coins and showed him the silver. “Oh yes Sir. I know of charities
Sir and you’re better off not being one. They’re a cheat!”
The Cider Vendor began filling two cups with steaming apple cider. The sweet smell of it
made the boy’s mouth water. The burly Cider Vendor handed him the first cup of sweet,
steaming, mouth puckering cider. “Many are, young master!”
He replied. “I grew up in the system meself and it was a poor boy’s torment. That’ll be 2 cents!”
The littlest Nicholas raced up and slid to a halt in the snow beside him.
Jonas handed James the cup of cider. Then he paid the vendor with coins from the tin
cup. “That’s highway robbery . . . but very well!”
The Cider Vendor squinted through one eye, his thick eyebrow nearly obscuring it. “It’s
very good cider, with extra spices.”
James face lit up with joy as he took a sip. “M-mmm! It is good cider!
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The Vendor handed Jonas the second cup of steaming cider. “I’ve not had any
complaints. I work hard to make my cider. It’s worth the money.”
His lips smacking, Jonas sipped in the warm cider. “I’m sure it is Sir.”
The angelic faced little one smiled up at him. “It’s yummy!”
The Cider Vendor smiled down at him and tipped his hat to him “Yes it tis! Yummy!”
Then he chuckled cheerfully with another satisfied customer, no matter how small.
“Ummm, good!” Jonas agreed with them.
The Cider Vendor took a sip of his own brew himself, his mouth puckering. “It’ll put the
spirit of life back in you on a cold day like this, that Cider.”
Two men in tall top hats and fine suits halted in front of the Cider Vendor. “Sir, we are
collecting for the poor and wondered if a fine fellow such as yourself might have something to
contribute.”
Jonas glanced up at them in a wizened way. “We’ve a couple coins to contribute but it
better get to the poor, understand?”
“Of course, my fine fellow! “The taller of the two sharply dressed gentlemen spoke.
Smiling a satisfied smile, Jonas dropped two silver coins into the gentleman’s hands.
The tall gentleman took them and tipped his hat, smiling down at them both. “Very
generous!” He glanced stone faced at the vendor, who immediately forked over several dollars.
“A very Merry Christmas to you both!” They trod off through the snow in their finery, to the
welcome crunch of the snow drifts beneath their feet.
Mr. Angel paused at the Cheese vendor next to them, where a raggedy young girl was
staring wide eyed at the rows and rows of cheeses above her.”
― The Spirit of Christmas
Mr. Angel smiled warmly at the vision of the two boys playing in the snow. “All God’s
creatures . . . one and all . . . large and small! But some more important than others, in their
magnificence. And I’ve found you both . . . at last”.
Jonas took off racing through the snow, the cup in his hand. “Come on James!”
James scrambled after him, the snow crunching pleasantly beneath his tiny feet. “Jonas
wait for me!”
The taller Nicholas stopped before a Cinder Vendor. “Two warm Ciders please, with
extra spices.”
The Cider Vendor raised an eyebrow as he took in the smudged face of the boy and
his shabby clothes. “Very well, young Sir. Have you money? I’m not a charity you know!”
Jonas quickly fished out coins and showed him the silver. “Oh yes Sir. I know of charities
Sir and you’re better off not being one. They’re a cheat!”
The Cider Vendor began filling two cups with steaming apple cider. The sweet smell of it
made the boy’s mouth water. The burly Cider Vendor handed him the first cup of sweet,
steaming, mouth puckering cider. “Many are, young master!”
He replied. “I grew up in the system meself and it was a poor boy’s torment. That’ll be 2 cents!”
The littlest Nicholas raced up and slid to a halt in the snow beside him.
Jonas handed James the cup of cider. Then he paid the vendor with coins from the tin
cup. “That’s highway robbery . . . but very well!”
The Cider Vendor squinted through one eye, his thick eyebrow nearly obscuring it. “It’s
very good cider, with extra spices.”
James face lit up with joy as he took a sip. “M-mmm! It is good cider!
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The Vendor handed Jonas the second cup of steaming cider. “I’ve not had any
complaints. I work hard to make my cider. It’s worth the money.”
His lips smacking, Jonas sipped in the warm cider. “I’m sure it is Sir.”
The angelic faced little one smiled up at him. “It’s yummy!”
The Cider Vendor smiled down at him and tipped his hat to him “Yes it tis! Yummy!”
Then he chuckled cheerfully with another satisfied customer, no matter how small.
“Ummm, good!” Jonas agreed with them.
The Cider Vendor took a sip of his own brew himself, his mouth puckering. “It’ll put the
spirit of life back in you on a cold day like this, that Cider.”
Two men in tall top hats and fine suits halted in front of the Cider Vendor. “Sir, we are
collecting for the poor and wondered if a fine fellow such as yourself might have something to
contribute.”
Jonas glanced up at them in a wizened way. “We’ve a couple coins to contribute but it
better get to the poor, understand?”
“Of course, my fine fellow! “The taller of the two sharply dressed gentlemen spoke.
Smiling a satisfied smile, Jonas dropped two silver coins into the gentleman’s hands.
The tall gentleman took them and tipped his hat, smiling down at them both. “Very
generous!” He glanced stone faced at the vendor, who immediately forked over several dollars.
“A very Merry Christmas to you both!” They trod off through the snow in their finery, to the
welcome crunch of the snow drifts beneath their feet.
Mr. Angel paused at the Cheese vendor next to them, where a raggedy young girl was
staring wide eyed at the rows and rows of cheeses above her.”
― The Spirit of Christmas
