Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-12-25
christmas"

Society, this morning, is vastly i'm.
material-and if you read the paper
at all, twill be only a matter OF ir-
resistible habit.
So here's supposing you have the
habit; and here's wishing you q
Merry Christmas and a Happy New
Year.
Those words have a triteness, an
~"usuality" that, according to all laws
of existence, should make us tire.
But we don't. The words may hit
on so much empty sadness that they
resound in hollow mockery, but
Escape Christmas and the Christ
mas spirit?
Not unless you are deaf, dumb
and blind; not unless you have a
crouch that growls of its own ac-
cord; not unles you take the hook
off the telephone, pull down the
shades and draw blankets over
your disgruntled head. Even then,
snatches of the spirit would creep in
through the windows and down into
your heart-a child's joyous prattle
or gay, Haunting laughter of youth
and happiness.
You can't get away from it. try as
you may, so hold out our hands and
grab what you can of the fleeting
mirth of Yuletide. 1t won't last. and
If anyone should chance to be "off
mood don't grudge the rest of them
the fun. Think with Benjamin Ide
Wheeler: at is good to be here"
OF course, thai may be just the
rub. Maybe 1t is not good to be here
and Christmas some place else might
lack nothing.
It's a holiday of home. Today
every human being longs for home
ties and the poor man in the howell,
surrounded by his loved ones, is en-
We'd by the millionaire who has them
not.
Christmas is universal, so they
say; but Christmas combines all the
elements of personality with uni
versatility.
Universal? Yes. 1t is worldwide
in observance of the day. Yet Christ
mas is the most personal of all the
days on the years calendar. 1t is
the time of our chosen few" Only
relatives and intimates are remcm-
bered and drawn within the charmed
circle. That's why some are sad on
the merriest day of the year. Their
"chosen few" are either far away or
the magic circle has faded in the
mists of memory.
O dear, We are peeTInS ONel thc
brink of sadness-look quick-the
other way.
q & Q
Writing of Christmas spirit, which
is an intangible something difficult
of true expression, but as much a
part of the season as its fragrance is
to the rose. reminds me. The spirit
was abroad last night in its jolly
garb of good fellowship and carnival
comradere; has been, in fact, for the
several nights past, not hurrying and
selfishly intent. but somehow every
body in sympathy with the other TEL
lows quest. That heady something
in the atmosphere that makes
range smile at stranger-but per-
haps you noticed. I rather suspect
you were out, as / didn't miss you
from the crowd on Central avenue,
and it surely looked during the ear
lier evening as though no one had
staid home to guard the family sill
yer or answer the bell.
Q & & |
SO, whether you like it or no-and
/ hope you do-Christmas is here.
It's here with gifts of love and duty
(that last word should not have been
said, so please forget it, and the best
thing you can do and the other fell
low, as well, is to build a little fence
of gladness just around-today'
Prentice Milford says: thoughts
are things, so don't throw things on
Christmas Day: that is, horrid' SAD
thoughts. It's likely no one will care
how many glad thoughts are flung
among the passing throng and they
will throw them back a thouandfold
more glad and gay. Don't you thlnK
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