It’s almost that time of year. Crisp winter air. Carolers on every corner. Trimmed trees crowding out the couch. Plum pudding putting pounds on our posteriors.
That means it must be time to pull out Dickens.
In an unusual turn of events the Ghost of Christmas Present dictates that this year Oliver Twist is the Dickens tale that will don our halls. Do scrape together two-pence and buy your book, for the reading has begun.
And I don’t know about any of you other readers out there, but my goal is to wake up on December 25 and say,
“It’s Christmas Day! I haven’t missed it!
Only 53 chapters stand in my way.