External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn’t know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often “came down” handsomely, and Scrooge never did.
This afternoon we began our annual reading of Dicken’s A Christmas Carol. The children find the prose a little difficult but are willing to make an effort to get to the ghosts. The above passage was our copy work assignment for today. It makes a wonderful description.
This morning we read Country Angel Christmas by Tomie dePaolo. It is an absolutely charming story about some small angels in heaven trying to contribute to the Christmas celebration taking place in heaven.
We also re-read, for about the fourth time this Advent, Jan Brett’s The Wild Christmas Reindeer.
Erin loves this story of Teeka the elf who learns how to tame Santa’s reindeer in time for Christmas Eve.
We are wallowing in Christmas today…