By Louisa May Alcott
One of 5 loved Christmas classics
A Merry Christmas collects the valuable vacation stories of Louisa might Alcott, from the dearly well-known yule benevolence of Marmee and her “little women” to the undying “What Love Can Do,” in which the citizens of a boarding condominium come jointly to make a stunning Christmas for 2 terrible women. Wildly renowned on the time in their publication—readers deluged Alcott with letters tough sequels—and drawing on Alcott’s kinfolk and stories within the abolitionist and women’s suffrage activities, those tales have the actual texture and aspect of Christmas in nineteenth-century the United States, whereas their emphasis on generosity and charity cause them to undying embodiments of the Christmas spirit.
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I was a-playing for that, anyway. How awful it is to meet her father and mother! They seem like kings and queens to me. And her brother Tom—I can hardly understand how it can be—but he can hug her and kiss her whenever he wants to. I wish I was her brother. But it can’t be, I don’t reckon. —I don’t take any pleasure, nights, now, but carrying on with the boys out in the street before her house, and talking loud and shouting, so she can hear me and know I’m there. And after school I go by about three times, all in a flutter and afraid to hardly glance over, and always letting on that I am in an awful hurry—going after the doctor or something.
Even when they light right where I could nab them easy, I don’t pay any attention to them. And I don’t take any interest in property. To-day I took everything out of my pockets, and looked at them—and the very things I thought the most of I don’t think the least about now. There was a ball, and a top, and a piece of chalk, and two fish hooks, and a buckskin string, and a long piece of twine, and two slate pencils, and a sure-enough china, and three white alleys, and a spool cannon, and a wooden soldier with his leg broke, and a real Barlow, and a hunk of maple sugar, and a jewsharp, and a dead frog, and a jaybird’s egg, and a door knob, and a glass thing that’s broke off of the top of a decanter (I traded two fish-hooks and a tin injun for it,) and a penny, and a potato-gun, and two grasshoppers which their legs was pulled off, and a spectacle glass, and a picture of Adam and Eve without a rag.
Before I knew what I was about, I was flying up the deserted street in my shirt; and before I had had time to come to myself and realize what a fool I was to rush after one lunatic at the say-so of another, I had covered the two hundred yards that lay between our shop and the Ratcliff homestead, and was thundering at the ancient knocker of the side door with all my might. Then I came to myself, and felt foolish enough; I turned and looked toward the hut in a corner of the yard where young Ratcliff was kept in confinement; and sure enough, here came young Ratcliff flying across the yard in the moonlight, as naked as I was, and I saw the flash of a butcher knife which he was flourishing in his hand.
A Merry Christmas: And Other Christmas Stories (Penguin Christmas Classics) by Louisa May Alcott