The softer side of Scrooge. |
A man named Ebenezer Scrooge was very old and very tight; he had a long and wizened face that saw the day but not the light. Upon the undulating hills of England’s quaint old countryside, the way he acted all his life soon found there was no place to hide. This Scrooge was such a sordid man, beset with selfish, mean intent; and even during Christmas time he would not part with one red cent. There was no give in Mister Scrooge, his dearth of decency prevailed; and even with the social norms his simple ship had up and sailed. For Ebenezer was so lax in the social amenities; he just would not requite a nod or utter out a humble please. So Ebenezer Scrooge was like the veil of night that has no part; but he would go to sleep one night and wake up with a change of heart. Three Christmas spirits came to him-- past and present and yet to come; with visions did they relegate for him to view a wide spectrum. Those visions were a wake-up call as they cut sharply like a knife; for once he took a pensive look into his heart and at his life. Thus Scrooge became a different man and kept his feelings in plain sight; he wore emotion on his sleeve, where even maudlin was all right. His core revealed, the one that’s soft, a revelation of his soul. A tenderness he sought to show-- a noble and unselfish goal. 40 Lines Writer's Cramp 3-8-15 |