“After a while they played at forfeits; for it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.”
The party at the nephew’s house was full of laughter and music and games—and, of course, food. No stuffiness was allowed. Dickens reminds us that even grownups find it good to act like children at times, to remove the seriousness and enjoy the silliness of life. Do you do that? Do you make time to laugh? Do you make time to enjoy the silliness that accompanies life? How so?
I would write more, but I’d rather go play a game.
Lingering Over Leaves 