Susan and I were standing outside the Main Hall yesterday morning, waiting for the first service to begin. A fifth-grade girl walked up, wearing a red sparkly t-shirt. I asked if she was dressed for the Christmas season. She said she was.
I introduced her to Susan, and added, “Susan and I are both Scrooges.”
The fifth-grader looked a little surprised, and maybe skeptical.
“Here, we’ll show you,” I said. “Ready, Susan?” Susan nodded.
And in perfect unison we said: “Bah! Humbug!”
The fifth-grader laughed to see two otherwise respectable middle-aged adults act like Scrooges. This is why you bring your children to a Unitarian Universalist congregation: so they learn what adults are really like.
I am the ghost of Christmas past – and you are a naughty naughty boy….
Coal in your stocking.
Scrooge? You? Uh uh. I have photographic evidence of you *liking* Christmas. Okay, Christmas past, but it still counts.
Merry Christmas and stuff, Dan!