Christmas is almost here—Christmas, the saddest and yet the sweetest season of all the year. The time when reunions are held and entertainment is provided. Though the day is only 120 hours away, it seems to be a million miles off to the kids. To them it is their greatest joy, and why shouldn’t it be? Only a few years more and unfaith will creep in when it is learned by them that there is no Santa Claus. When you were told the truth about Santa, you kinder felt that the informer was a truthful liar. You wanted to beat him good. Christmas for the kiddies is almost heaven, to the old folks it is only feverish and fitful. While it seems a long way off, Christmas to the old is right here, for time’s circle only moves too fast and the great gala day appears too hurriedly. There is a great deal in the saying, “The world is old; man is ever young.” Why it seems no longer than a Yesterday when you placed your stocking over the mantle piece and turned the covers back early the next morning and tramped all over the house half necked, showing to the older ones what good-ole Santa had brought. And while that Yesterday is still in sight, it may see many hearts yet that will not throb at another Christmas.
From the editorial page of the Williamston Enterprise, Friday, Dec. 19, 1924, W.C. Manning, editor.
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