and I say, God bless it

I was still lying in bed when my dad called this morning.  While I was talking to him, I got up and walked around my room.  I couldn't help but look out the window, and to my happiness I found SNOW!  It's late this year in Rexburg, but it has finally arrived, and with it, some real Christmas cheer.  Now it feels like Christmas time.  I think it's a way of helping me through this hard week.  

But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round-- apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that-- as good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.  And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!  -From Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol

Merry Christmas, everyone.