Anniversaries. December 25. Obviously, Christmas. Reflections about Mr. Scrooge
If you are or not religious, these days are special because it’s an unofficial global time for joy. All around the world, people are trying to be good –yes, even Ebenezer Scrooge-. Today is a very special day for children. Santa Claus comes tonight and he will leave many presents. As you see, fat bearded men can be useful sometimes.
We was just about to come back from my parents’ home. It was strange because I don’t like crowds and, for me, three people are always a crowd. My parents were friendly and everything was fine but… maybe I’m tired, maybe not or perhaps… I don’t know.
Anyway, I can feel this is the beginning of something that I cannot still define. I was thinking about Mr. Scrooge and Dickens… Dickens’ Christmas Carol is a subtle critic to those new times of Industrial Revolution, the same critic we can find in Oliver Twist, David Copperfield, Great Expectations and, of course, in A Tale of Two Cities. All of them are stories about changes and changing characters who respond to an important social change. In Dickens, we can find a persistent dichotomy, a constant fight between forces to find a solution. Dickens was a great novelist who wrote about evolution, this weird changing time that makes us… to move, to die or to live, that’s life anyway. A time to love, a time to kill or a time to die. Mr. Scrooge got his last opportunity in his three Christmas Ghosts. Who took the decision? Time… the own Mr. Scrooge? He is the spirit of the Industrial Revolution, the man who wants to break the rules and the man who hates old traditions. Time, time, time. Who are you going to be next year, Ebenezer? At the end of the tale, he becomes into a good man and that’s precisely the magic of Christmas but I don’t know why I can feel this melancholic sensation of fake… maybe I’m too old to believe in miracles or maybe I’m too young to don’t do it.
The point is… could Mr. Scrooge change the passage of time or this time was passing without him? Can a man take his own decisions or are these decisions taken previously? Can we really do anything? It’s me and my circumstances, the philosopher said. Who am I? Am I just the passage of successive shots of time? Am I the son of the Industrial Revolution? Am I just an addition of culture, feelings and hopes? Am I the man who tells lies to children? Am I the man who loses his time? Am I the addiction of love and hope? Definitely, people are complicated, a world into a labyrinth and a labyrinth into millions of minds with troubles. People suffering and people laughing, people crying and people saving their lives with hopes, smiles and, overall, a happy end.
Happy Christmas for all.