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FeedA Christmas Carol
Galen Winter
It was mid-December. There was a light covering of snow on the ground-just enough to allow Philadelphia's soot and grime to color it black. The skies were gray too. Nevertheless, it was the season to be jolly. Soon there would be office Christmas parties, and gifts would be exchanged. Soon end-of-year bonuses would be distributed. In spite of the gloom of the weather, the spirit of the holiday was making its presence known. Secretaries began covering their desk areas with festive decorations, and I found myself developing the "ho-ho-ho" attitude toward everything.
I was full of cheer and good spirits as I thought about Major Nathaniel Peabody (USA, ret.). Though his Spendthrift Trust remittance wasn't due for delivery until January 1-another 19 days-I presumed he would nevertheless be caught up in the pleasantries attending the Christmas and New Year's holidays. Then I remembered that Peabody's nearest relatives were separated from him both by distance and temperament. It occurred to me that the Major would be spending the holidays alone in his apartment. It would not be a joyous occasion for him. On the contrary, it would be a lonely time for him.
I was full of cheer and good spirits as I thought about Major Nathaniel Peabody (USA, ret.). Though his Spendthrift Trust remittance wasn't due for delivery until January 1-another 19 days-I presumed he would nevertheless be caught up in the pleasantries attending the Christmas and New Year's holidays. Then I remembered that Peabody's nearest relatives were separated from him both by distance and temperament. It occurred to me that the Major would be spending the holidays alone in his apartment. It would not be a joyous occasion for him. On the contrary, it would be a lonely time for him.
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