Christmas in My Soul
A Second Collection
Why The Minister Did Not Resign
Author Unknown
One of the first Christmas stories I can remember my mother reciting--almost all were by memory--is this one. My mother puts all of herself into her recitations: laughing in hilarious passages and crying in moving ones. This is one of her tearjerkers: to the best of my knowledge, she never got through this Hatfield-McCoyish tale dry-eyed. Neither did her audiences.
He waited until she put the baby down, then he met her in the middle of the room and said it.
"I shall do it next Sabbath, Rebekah."
"O Julius, not NEXT Sabbath!" she cried out in dismay. "Why, next Sabbath is Christmas, Julius!"
Julius Taft's smooth-shaven lips curled into a smile.
"Well, why not, little woman? It would be a new way to celebrate Christmas. Everyone likes a 'new way.' The holly and the carols are so old!"
"Julius!"
"Forgive me, dear; but my heart is bitter. I cannot bear it any longer. I shall do it next week, Rebekah."
"But afterward, Julius?"
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