This holiday season means something for all of us--wrapped as it is in memory and tradition. Is there a common thread--a literary hope and reality for the past, present and future?
Agnes Pahro said, "It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace."
In difficult times, we all need moments of reprieve and comfort. And, literature can offer that for each of us. 'Tis the season for love and happiness and joy. O. Henry's timeless story, The Gift of the Magi, offers a new vision of the holidays. What would happen if we each gave up our most cherished possession, if our actions demonstrated our love?
In literature, we find examples of love and sacrifice--moments of clarity. Families draw together; miracles happen; truths are revealed. Why can't we learn from literature? Imagine Jim and Della's Christmas, or the way Alcott's little women celebrated Christmas. In The Seven Poor Travellers, Charles Dickens writes: "Christmas comes but once a year,-which is unhappily too true, for when it begins to stay with us the whole year round we shall make this earth a very different place..."
Wherever you are this year... and whatever hardships you've endured, I hope you can find comfort on this day.