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Snowy Christmas
year Mt All over
htte town of Grumps;
iiegtple scurried along
tirevoled streets on their
Net* 1! e„ There were no
• Mb . lights because it
Cott too much. People
eweren't wrapping gifts in
bright shiny paper because it
was far too eepensive and
besides, a brown paper bag
Worked just as well.
Children ran along the
sidewalks pushing and fight-
ing. Awry shouts and grum-
bles rang brightly through
the air, while people pushed,
pushed and pushed!
In a brightly lit building,
an old man sat in his office
counting money. He had
white hair, merry blue eyes
and whistled a lot. His name
was Ittr. Ebeneezer Gringe,
the town'smoney loaner.
Bright Christmas lights
danced in bis windows and a
beautiful tree shone.
He was working alone now
for he had sent his employee,
Mr. Bob Greed*, , home
earlier that week.
•finally he picked up his
.coeV and cane and walked
elderly home thr.ough the
*It,He humnied a carol,
which gained Min a few
angry glares and snarls.
M. Gringe, reached his
hoie„ Where more lights
• and another tree sat. One
filch of the light switch and
nothing. Gringe Scratched
hit head and; flicked the
switeh agatn. Still nothing
Suddenly a movement at his
dimr-knocker caught his eye.
• The :brass dooreknecker
had changed lido: the gros-
tesque face of a ghost: It
vanished and the sights
flickedoo- .
shaking his head,
dringe went upstairs to his
room and proceeded to start
ahiagefirein thefkeplace-
.•A nigh , • .; AntIC:Cep,. a
*W1 of t 1 L a bright
ca,t210S 44 riSet-;
inhisbigchgic
y, a strong wind
blew open the Curtains and
•almost toppled, poor Gringe
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as
over! As if OAS
enough, the door fl
open and in Cam%,,,
glOstlY ghost, dapiJ in
holly and mistletoe,. He
nailed ortt!ably,,at Gnnge
• and shook his hark...,
'Hi, there, Mr,' Pie!.
I'm your PL-Partrtqo
member? Dead these- 7
years. You know I've been
watching yotrand I just want
to say --- REPENT! Before
it 'e too late!"
"Rere. . pent?" asked
Snrooge. "Why?"
"Bcause you're too good!
Look at you. Smiling and
laughing and Ho, ho, ho-ing
It's disgusting! You will be
visited by two more ghosts
this evening who will help
you. Now I must leave.
Goodbye, Gringe! Remem-
ber, two more ghosts will
come and you will be saved_
from the same terrible fate
as me!"
And with that, the ghost
vanished.
Gringe slowly closed his
mouth and picked himself
up. Just as he was straight-
ening his nightgown, another
gust of wind blew him head
over heels.
Through a door leading
into his study, he could see a
bright light and a huge giant
sitting at a table covered
with geod food.
Gringe adv ed slowly
into the,rim, and stared at
the la ghing hgure. •
"Who . . . who are you?"
Gringe asked.
I'm the ghost of ,Christ-
mas past," be chortled pier-
. 'ray. "I'm here to reminisce
with. you about your
inaspast,"
"Bwoise you. must be
remMad of .the Most hor-
rible childhOod You • had.
Come."
.Gringe and the Ghost .of
Christmas past vani• shed
through, the wallk onto' an.„7.
expanse of snow in the teiW
•
ter
"Where are we, Mr
Ghost?”
"We are at your childhood
• home. See! There are some
of your frieode!" He pointed
at the wagon carrying six or
seven children, all with
frowns and gloomy expres-
sions.
"Why, that's Carol and .
And Lynn! Ili! Hey, there!"
Gringe waved frantically but
the wagon rolled right by the
screaming ghost
"Now I must take you
back ! " thundered the ghost.
"But . . but why! We had
such gloomy times back
then "Didyou know . . "
Before Gringe could *finish
his sentence, he was whisked
back to his warm, cozy
room.
"Oh, dear, dear, dear."
• Cringe muttered. He headed
back to bed when, guess
what? You got it. Another
wind blew poor Gringe over
• onto his back.
This time a white cloaked
figure sled across the floor"
towards Gringe. It said
nothing and Gringe was too
frightened to say anything. It
pointed towards the window
•and Gringe and his silent
partner floated out the
window, into the crisp air
and landed at a cemetery.
Gringe found his
voice.
"Are .. are you . . the .
the. Ghost of Christmas
,Yet to:Conte?"
Motility the ghost nodded
yes and pointed at the tomb-
stone.. It said Mr Ebenezer
Gringe! Frightenedi Gringe •
drew -away. ••
"Take Me back! Take me
back!. I will 'my
-.walls.- •
• He covered beneath his
arms, and then:discovered
he was back in his'werm
mom. Sunshine shone
throughthe windo• ws.
Grin& iturtiedly through
Open the window and called
to a froWning boy passing by.
"Hey you! What day is
.
e shotited.
• "ClI's Day,
OK? Don'tbugbie
• Gringe suddenly slumped
his shoulders and frowned.
In a different kind of way he
felt better. He poked the fire
until a small flame wavered.
He watered the soup down
and growled happily. He
made a; mental note te call
I3oh Grauchit hack to work
Today was no different than
any other day, It _was just
Christmas and that didn't
matter,
• Gringe Walked to the
window and gaited at the
unhappy, growling People
and realized what a fool he
hadbeen, He was saved!!
Resat down to finish his
thin soup. F!' away in the
distance he thought he heard
,the Sounds of laughing He
•shuddered as 'he realized
again how close he had come
to being downed to a life
tined with joy and happiness.
Really! Who ever heard of
such a thing!
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In my opinion
Santa is
If Santa Claus is Canadian,
is he so hard up he has to sell
lottery tickets'?
Of course we've all seen
that commercial that shows
good old Santy out peddling
lottery tickets. Is old Santa
having financial trouble?
Has anyone really thought
about the old boy having
monetary problems?
No! Nobody has. I mean,
he must be hi trouble. Do you
know how much it costs to
keep eight reindeer fully ser-
viced and fed? No doubt
about it. Operating costs are
climbing and the jolly fat
man probably isn't quite so
jolly.
Let's take a gander at old
Santy's predicament. First,
fuel. Of course you realize
that it is goieg to cost a iery ,
large amount of money 't• o
keep filling his furnace oil
tank, especially when it will
have to be specially de-
livered. (There aren't many
roads at the North Pole you
know). He can't even put in a
combination furnace to burn
wood as -well as oil because
there aren't, even any trees
0:1
ChttillaS is
•still Christmas
To write an editorial at this
time of year is very difficult
for me. After all these years
and' centuries of celebrating
Christmas, thousands of
• people have written every-
• thing about iL Maybe that is
an exaggeration but try
thong) I might, I can't think
of any beautiful imspiratienat_
message to pen down. •
To put things very simply
Christmas is still Christ-
• mas, no matter what year or
what century or whatever.
People and countries may
Change, but Ctaistina.s var-
ies very little_
Material thirs, him lights
and gifts, are ever-changing
bat -basically theway people
feel about Christmas is the
same. Everything is just
more modernized, that's all.
One thing that hasn't
changed, are the children.
After all these years, the
kids are still kids; excited,
glowing, vibrant and so inno-
cent.
All in all, Christmas hasn't
really changed and espe-
cially, the children_
From all of us here on the
School Page, we wish you the
"best -est” Christmas ever !
—By Liz Brydges
AN ANIMAL'S CHRISTMAS
By Bonnie Burchill
We all know about Santa
Claus with all his toys,
Which at Christmas he'll
give to good girls and boys.
But don't you ever wonder
what your pets would get,
If they didn't worry and they
didn't fret?
• STALLION
Born to live, born to run
Born to race under the sun
Born to fly across the sands
Born to show all the lands
Born and raised to be the
best
Born to gallop without a rest
Born to prance, to love to
fight
Born to show to all °your
might
Born to rear, to kick and
buck
Born to be holder of all the
luck
Born to live, born to run
Born to race under the sun.
—Bon Burchill
Christmas Greetings from Everyone at the
MANOR HO°11EL
what if your dog, the entire
long year,
Didn't chase stray cats and
wandering deer
At Christmas would Santa
give him to bite,
A dinosaur bone, now that's
oat. of sight!
If your cat, yes, the one sit-
ting right there,
Had caught all the mice from
every where.
Then at Christmas it surely
would seem,
Hestiould get a year's supply
of milk and cream.
If the animals all over the
world had Christmas too,
I think they would just wish
for owners like you.
And every day of the year,
not just Christmas day,
They'd show their love hi
many a way.
u
uP•them... No doubt about it.
an.i9**lliajrell4)ystsfaaret manapro
imbingb-'',
all fire 4nite so , jolly.
e a gender at old -
Sat cament. First,
e you realize
g to cost a very
Varg&am t of money to
keep fifling his furnace oil
lank; eepeeially when it will
.-e specially specially de-
liyerede rl'he.re aren't many
roads'atAtie North Pole you
know): 170 can't even put in a
corabination furnace to burn
wood as well as oil because
thet&nren1 even any trees
'up there. No doubt about,
fuel mest cost the old boy big
bucks!':
Second Toy Maker Union
o doubt those little
devilswith pointy earsare
scalping,. '-Santa for every'
buck they get phis bene-
fits like 11- weeks paid ma-
ternity • :::',,,,,,,iiiilea,enive,ploymegentnoo
Y
in-
surancerand the like. Yes,
evenAacita' has trouble with
lalicn*"•finloon•and lives with
the te4,that: he will be the
victim Ofa six month wildcat
strike- that will put him far
behind schedule.
Third. Competition. For
years •-•ft tiotv' has
been' illigneeridith 'competi-
tion. 'Massive 'department
stores Ioaded with Japanese;
toys and offering mote var-
ietytlian Santa could hope to
cope with. For **mei-how
isthe old guy Wong to learn
to build the -world's best
seller, electronic games?
Anything that has more than
a wind-up motor is way over
his head. He can' 't even hire*
a computer engineer fOr no
one will move to Santa's
'hai-sh 'and forboding climate
and mail order- Computer
courses aren't muchhelp.
Fourth, Maintenance.
Without the shadow of a
fillthrhcewg
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life msuraiePgenliOu
Mahe out el this worldand
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Wisiiiikaitegal*Ple•
All toki, I think the joily•
Patting up with
thanhis share -10i - 4Avto,
hitthe Sake of the thousands -Wf,ritflff.
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Christmas fun for all Ito •-m,
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My Opinion!
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"Of course, because he
brought me a kitty -cat at
airistmas,"'
Barbara Smith tan.
"Yes I do, because I'm a
bad little boy," °
Donald CaseinOre 10B.
Most people I talked to
believed in Santa Claus. This
seems like a reasonable
resPoose because, as ollo.
intelligent people know,
S*0,toOloosie:reat-
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