Where I Write To Make You Feel Warm Inside

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My mother gave me the most lovely copy of A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens.

Hardback even, like rich people read.

And I did open it and sniff the inside before I lay down on the couch next to Matthew so I could join him in reading. Just the two of us next to the electric fireplace –Christmas decorations newly up and flameless candles flickering on the window sill next to the wise men, because I stage a yearly revolt in refusing to put them, unbiblically, at the manger.

And so I began reading in the quiet of the evening.

Until I made it through the first sentence and let out a musical sigh of delight.

Oh Matthew, this first sentence is extraordinary. Listen: “Marley was dead, to begin with.” 

If you have not sat down to write the first sentence of a story, you cannot imagine how much respect I have for Mr. Dickens’ striking beginning.

My darling turned from his novel to humor me with his caring.

Yes, a wonderful sentence.

Oh, sorry, I said. Because it’s so annoying when you’re reading and someone starts talking to you.

So I continued on until the end of paragraph three, when I groaned like when I took my first bite of Erin Wegner’s pumpkin cupcake with salted caramel cream cheese frosting. Like that.

Matthew, Dickens spent one entire paragraph explaining why he had to use the cliché “dead as a door-nail”. He said if he did not use the cliché “dead as a door-nail” then “the Country’s done for.” 

Husband makes “I love you but if you interrupt me again” face.

Why did he capitalize Country? he asked, looking over my shoulder at the page.

Because a cliché would ruin the whole country, I said. THE country. Can you imagine spending a whole paragraph justifying your use for a cliché? Magnificent.

I was pushing marriage to its limits, so I lay down with my head on Matt’s leg and read. Ever so quietly. I even got to the second page.

But then an entire paragraph describing Scrooge’s internal temperature?

Oh Matthew!

He grabbed the book from my hand and read that very paragraph in his best radio theater voice, and I will deeply love him for this -forever and all eternity.

I’ll never write as well as Charles Dickens, I said. (See how I said “well” there instead of “good”?) 

Matt said no, I would not, because Charles Dickens lived in the 1800s. And I don’t know how that is an encouraging answer.

What if I blog about Charles Dickens?

He agreed that would make me an amazing writer, so here I am.

And this is a ridiculous story, but I am giving you a glimpse through our front window, to see the great secrets of successful marriage.

Now. Ahem.

Here is the truth about Scrooge, so we may not be like him.

“He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days and didn’t thaw it one degree at Christmas.”

(When you read the word “iced” did you accidentally read the word “coffee” after that?)

“He was a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire.”

We carry our own temperature with us, as well.

Jesus says to the Pharisees:

But now as for what is inside you –be generous to the poor.

What temperature do you carry with you?

Well, maybe all this heart-temperature talk is easier to appreciate if you live in Montana where we are excited it has warmed up to 20 degrees.


  1. I love Charles Dickens. And I love you. So there! (That was all too brief and to the point – very un-Dickens like, I’m afraid).

    1. Well, one of his sentences was, “Mind!” So I think “I love you” is quite valuable in the literary and the friend world.

  2. You are delightful! Your delight in the written word, and your husband’s obvious delight in you is so adorable! You make my heart smile.

    PS – I think you’re an amazing writer whether or not you’re writing about Charles Dickens. 😉

  3. Jennifer Williams says:

    Lovely post. I have never actually read A Christmas Carol (seen the movie a lot,) but I have read A Tale of Two Cities. It was amazing. I vividly remember in high school, our literature class spent an entire semester reading it. Each day in class, she would have some of the students read certain passages aloud. I remember thinking the language Dickens used was so beautiful and powerfully descriptive. I still to this day can remember certain phrases he used in that story, and they will come to mind sometimes. Interesting. He was talented writer. And just for the record, I love your writing, too. 🙂

    1. Oh, the book has so much rich description of things you can’t get in the movie.

      I wasn’t fishing for a compliment, but I’ll take it. Thank you very much!

  4. Love this. The simple, every day goings on between husband and wife are what make and keep the marriage strong. This scene sounds like something my husband and I would do. 🙂
    Thanks for the praise of Dickens’ story. I started reading it aloud to my kids recently, and stopped because of the old language. They’re younger, 11 and under, and i knew it would be harder to understand. But you’ve inspired me. I’m going to start again…and maybe explain a little along the way. I love the way he writes. I read A Tale of Two Cities to my teen last year, and loved it! (He wasn’t as moved. Haha!) Thanks again, and Merry Christmas!

    1. Well, it does lose some meaning if you have to explain too much of the language. I’m always so moved by the story. I’ve never read A Tale of Two Cities, so I’ll have to give that a go. And Merry Christmas to you, too!

  5. You’re amazing, and I love your posts every single day! And, strangely I read the sentence twice before I read your next sentence. Why would he drink iced coffee in the winter. Twice it said coffee to me. I’m drinking coffee currently. You were too? Did you have chocolate melted into yours? Mmmmm. Keep up the writing please!

    1. That’s funny. I read the phrase and thought coffee. Then when Matt read it out loud he made the same comment. We are definitely a Starbucks generation! 🙂

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