Tuesday, December 24, 2013
My song, save this, is little worth;
I lay the weary pen aside,
And wish you health, and love, and mirth,
As fits the solemn Christmas-tide.
As fits the holy Christmas birth.
Be this, good friends, our carol still—
Be peace on earth, be peace on earth,
To men of gentle will.
William Makepeace Thackeray (1811-1863)
Old Bill was the best of men. He died on December 23rd hours short of Christ's birth and the season for which he lived all year. He was the single parent of two daughters and a very busy gent, but managed to maintain a kindness and genuine humanity every day of the year.
Gentleness is a tough commodity. Sharp words, cross looks, snortin snouts seem our only responses to the current tempus et mundi. The sleep of children, the warmth of the stove and the best blood coursing our hearts can reset our human thermostats. I'll give it a go.