I was walking through town the other day, humming the tune from the Little Drummer Boy and ticking off in my head the exciting list of things I had to do for Christmas, when I ran into Tom, Dick, and Mary Scrooge. “This could be a sour note in a merry day,” I thought, but stopped to say hello anyway because, after all, it is Christmas.
“Hello,” I said, “and merry Christmas!”
“I hate Christmas,” they said, as I had expected.
“How too bad,” I sympathized. “I love Christmas.”