Henry kept his cheery disposition throughout the first quarter of 1865. Around mid-January, he told the children, “Children, your brother Charles will help you to put away the decorations, so we can take down the tree.”
“But, Father,” observed little Edith, “It’s so pretty. Can’t we just leave it up, like we left the outside tree decorated all year?”
The rest of the children joined in a chorus of protest.
He sighed. “No, children. I know it’s beautiful, but we can’t have Christmas all year long, or else we would grow tired of it and not fully appreciate it when it’s time for it.”
“Come on!” Charles urged the rest of the children. “It’ll be twice as fun to put back up next year. You’ll see.”
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