"Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his bead.
No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold;
cold, piping for the blood to dance to;
Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious. Glorious!
"What's to-day?" cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes."
~~Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol (1843)
~Nancy ~ 359/365