Thank you, Mr. Dickens

"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)

I never get tired of hearing this quote...
~Nancy ~ 359/365