Just finished reading Charles Dickens "A Christmas Carol." This is a facsimile copy of the original 1843 first edition. I'd like an actual first edition, but while real first editions are available, getting one is more like buying a used car. This rather cheaply done facsimile filled the bill well for me at 23 bucks.
This was an interesting read. Having seen at least four well done movies of the story, and most of the spoken lines are familiar, Dickens obviously had to use much more descriptive narration of visuals than any movie.
I seldom smoke in the house by my own choice, but this was CHRISTMAS, I was reading a Christmas book, and it just seemed like the thing to do. I enjoyed my pipe and book down in my little room in the basement, and after I'd finished the book I had a good half a smoke left in my churchwarden. So, I set the book aside, lit 6 candles, and turned out the lights. I have 5 candles mounted on the walls in old brass holders, and one in an old glass candlestick that my grandmother gave me many years ago for Christmas. (She'd seen me admiring it once on a visit to her house.) As my eyes slowly adapted to the low light, I reflected on Dicken's wonderful story, my "times past" ambiance, and enjoyed my pipe.
I'm the guy who posted the "Midnight Christmas Eve" thing last night. Sometimes Christmas is what we make it.