“Shaving was not an easy task, for his hand continued to shake very much; and shaving requires attention, even when you don’t dance while you are at it.”
The excitement of Christmas morning for a small child can be unparalleled. Tossing and turning and wondering precedes an early, impatient wakefulness. What’s under the tree; what’s in that box; what does the wrapping hide? The mystery will soon be solved—or will it? Sitting still can be difficult. Fidgeting during a reading of the Christmas story is assured. A veritable jig is making its way along the couch.
If you can get that picture in your head, you can picture Scrooge, I think. The excitement of Christmas morning is upon him full force, so much so that he can’t repress his feet while he shaves.
But he’s not waiting to open some presents under a tree. He has neither presents nor tree. But I would wager that his excitement exceeds that of all the little boys and girls in London because he is not waiting to open a present; he’s waiting to give. It seems the spirit of Fezziwig is alive and well within him. Excitement over bringing others pleasure sets his feet in motion and extends his hand.
I would love to see his face in the mirror while he shaved as each thought passed through his mind and down to his toes, imagining the surprise in others’ faces when they saw the change in Old Scrooge. Scrooge has finally and fully learned what Paul knew all along: “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”
May we each know the excitement and joy of generosity as we celebrate the birth of Jesus, who joyfully gave all.
Lingering Over Leaves 