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    THE FEAST OF ST. FRIEND - Study on the Meaning of Christmas & Holiday Spirit: A Christmas Book
    THE FEAST OF ST. FRIEND - Study on the Meaning of Christmas & Holiday Spirit: A Christmas Book
    THE FEAST OF ST. FRIEND - Study on the Meaning of Christmas & Holiday Spirit: A Christmas Book
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    THE FEAST OF ST. FRIEND - Study on the Meaning of Christmas & Holiday Spirit: A Christmas Book

    By Arnold Bennett

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    The Feast of St. Friend is a sentimental contemplation on the meaning of Christmas, the Christmas spirit, and why the celebration of Christmas and the season of goodwill are important in modern, hectic times.
    Arnold Bennett (1867-1931) was an English writer. He is best known as a novelist, but he also worked in other fields such as the theatre, journalism, propaganda and films. His best known works include novels The Grand Babylon Hotel and A Man from the North, the self-help book How to Live on 24 Hours a Day and a Christmas book The Feast of St Friend.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publishere-artnow
    Release dateNov 17, 2017
    ISBN9788027301386
    THE FEAST OF ST. FRIEND - Study on the Meaning of Christmas & Holiday Spirit: A Christmas Book
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    Arnold Bennett

    Arnold Bennett (1867–1931) was an English novelist renowned as a prolific writer throughout his entire career. The most financially successful author of his day, he lent his talents to numerous short stories, plays, newspaper articles, novels, and a daily journal totaling more than one million words.

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      THE FEAST OF ST. FRIEND - Study on the Meaning of Christmas & Holiday Spirit - Arnold Bennett

      CHAPTER 1

      THE FACT

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      Something has happened to Christmas, or to our hearts; or to both. In order to be convinced of this it is only necessary to compare the present with the past. In the old days of not so long ago the festival began to excite us in November. For weeks the house rustled with charming and thrilling secrets, and with the furtive noises of paper parcels being wrapped and unwrapped; the house was a whispering gallery. The tension of expectancy increased to such a point that there was a positive danger of the cord snapping before it ought to snap. On the Eve we went to bed with no hope of settled sleep. We knew that we should be wakened and kept awake by the waits singing in the cold; and we were glad to be kept awake so. On the supreme day we came downstairs hiding delicious yawns, and cordially pretending that we had never been more fit. The day was different from other days; it had a unique romantic quality, tonic, curative of all ills. On that day even the tooth-ache vanished, retiring far into the wilderness with the spiteful word, the venomous thought, and the unlovely gesture. We sang with gusto Christians awake, salute the happy morn. We did salute the happy morn. And when all the parcels were definitely unpacked, and the secrets of all hearts disclosed, we spent the rest of the happy morn in waiting, candidly greedy, for the first of the great meals. And then we ate, and we drank, and we ate again; with no thought of nutrition, nor of reasonableness, nor of the morrow, nor of dyspepsia. We ate and drank without fear and without shame, in the sheer, abandoned ecstasy of celebration. And by means of motley paper headgear, fit only for a carnival, we disguised ourselves in the most absurd fashions, and yet did not make ourselves seriously ridiculous; for ridicule is in the vision, not in what is seen. And we danced and sang and larked, until we could no more. And finally we chanted a song of ceremony, and separated; ending the day as we had commenced it, with salvoes of good wishes. And the next morning we were indisposed and enfeebled; and we did not care; we suffered gladly; we had our pain's worth, and more. This was the past.

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      Even today the spirit and rites of ancient Christmas are kept up, more or less in their full rigour and splendour, by a race of beings that is scattered over the whole earth. This race, mysterious, masterful, conservative, imaginative, passionately sincere, arriving from we know not where, dissolving before our eyes we know not how, has its way in spite of us. I mean the children. By virtue of the children's faith, the reindeer are still tramping the sky, and Christmas Day is still something above and beyond a day of the week; it is a day out of the week. We have to sit and pretend; and with disillusion in our souls we do pretend. At Christmas, it is not the children who make-believe; it is ourselves. Who does not remember the first inkling of a suspicion that Christmas Day was after all a day rather like any other day? In the house of my memories, it was the immemorial duty of my brother on Christmas morning, before anything else whatever happened, to sit down to the organ and perform Christians Awake with all possible

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