In the spirit of today, an excerpt from HOGFATHER, by Terry Pratchett:
“The Little Match Girl”
The sleigh soared into the snowy sky.
ON THE WHOLE, I THINK THAT WENT VERY WELL, DON’T YOU?
“Yes, Master,” said Albert.
I WAS RATHER PUZZLED BY THE LITTLE BOY IN THE CHAIN MAIL, THOUGH.
“I think that was a Watchman, master.”
REALLY? WELL, HE WENT AWAY HAPPY, AND THAT’S THE MAIN THING.
“Is it, master?” There was worry in Albert’s voice. Death’s osmotic nature tended to pick up new ideas altogether too quickly. Of course, Albert understood why they had to do all this, but the master…well, sometimes the master lacked the necessary mental equipment to work out what should be true and what shouldn’t…
AND I THINK I’VE GOT THE LAUGH WORKING REALLY WELL, NOW. HO. HO. HO.
“Yeah, sir, very jolly,” said Albert. He looked down at the list. ”Still, work goes on, eh? The next one’s pretty close, master, so I should keep them down low if I was you.”
JOLLY GOOD. HO. HO. HO.
“Sarah the little match girl, doorway of Thimble’s Pipe and Tobacco Shop, Money Trap Lane, it says here.”
AND WHAT DOES SHE WANT FOR HOGSWATCH? HO. HO. HO.
“Dunno. Never sent a letter. By the way, just a tip, you don’t have to say ‘Ho, ho, ho” all the time, master. Let’s see…it says here…” Albert’s lips moved as he read.
I EXPECT A DOLL IS ALWAYS ACCEPTABLE. OR A SOFT TOY OF SOME DESCRIPTION. THE SACK SEEMS TO KNOW. WHAT’VE WE GOT FOR HER, ALBERT? HO. HO. HO.
Something small was dropped into his hand.
“This,” said Albert.
OH.