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    Mrs. Budlong's Christmas Presents
    Mrs. Budlong's Christmas Presents
    Mrs. Budlong's Christmas Presents
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    Mrs. Budlong's Christmas Presents

    By Rupert Hughes

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    Release dateJan 1, 2008
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      A delightful holiday fable about the commercialization of Christmas and the consequences of expectations. Written for the period, so there is stereotyping as well as some politically correct phrases, but the core of the story is universal. Not quite as fun as "The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry, but recommended for readers of holiday fiction.

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    Mrs. Budlong's Christmas Presents - Rupert Hughes

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    Title: Mrs. Budlong's Christmas Presents

    Author: Rupert Hughes

    Release Date: July 11, 2004 [EBook #12881]

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MRS. BUDLONG'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS ***

    Produced by Al Haines

    MRS. BUDLONG'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS

    BY

    RUPERT HUGHES

    AUTHOR OF EXCUSE ME, THE OLD NEST, ETC.

    MCMXII

    CONTENTS

    CHAPTER

    I AT THE SIGN OF THE PIANO LAMP II CHRONICLES OF A CRAFTSMAN III MISTRESS OF THE REVELS IV ONLY A MILLIONAIRE V THE BITER BIT VI DESPAIR AND AN IDEA VII FOILED VIII FOILED AGAIN IX WORSE, AND MORE OF IT X A WELL LAID PLAN XI GANG AGLEY AGAIN XII AN AMAZING CHRISTMAS

    MRS. BUDLONG'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS

    I

    AT THE SIGN OF THE PIANO LAMP

    The morning after Christmas Eve is the worst morning-after there is.

    The very house suffers the headache that follows a prolonged spree.

    Remorse stalks at large; remorse for the things one gave—and did not

    give—and got.

    Everybody must act a general glee which can be felt only specifically, if at all. Everybody must exclaim about everything Oh! and Ah! and How Sweet of You! and Isn't it Perfectly Dear! The very THING I Wanted! and How DID you EVER Guess it?

    Christmas morning in the town of Carthage is a day when most of the people keep close at home, for Christmas is another passover. It is Santa Claus that passes over.

    People in Carthage are not rich; the shops are not grandiose, and inter-family presents are apt to be trivial and futile—or worse yet, utile.

    The Carthaginian mother generally finds that Father has credited the hat she got last fall, to this Christmas; the elder brothers receive warm under-things and the young ones brass-toed boots, mitts and mufflers. The girls may find something ornamental in their stockings, and their stockings may be silk or nearly—but then girls have to be foolishly diked up anyway, or they will never be married out. Dressing up daughters comes under the head of window-display or coupons, and is charged off to publicity.

    Nearly everybody in Carthage—except Mrs. Ulysses S. G. Budlong—celebrates Christmas behind closed doors. People find it easier to rhapsodize when the collateral is not shown. It is amazing how far a Carthaginian can go on the most meager donation. The formula is usually: We had Such a lovely Christmas at our house. What did I get? Oh, so many things I can't reMember!

    But Mrs. Ulysses S. G. Budlong does not celebrate her Christmasses behind closed doors—or rather she did not: a strange change came over her this last Christmas. She used to open her doors wide—metaphorically, that is; for there was a storm-door with a spring on it to keep the cold draught out of the hall.

    As regular as Christmas itself was the oh-quite-informal reception Mrs. Budlong gave to mitigate the ineffable stupidity of Christmas afternoon: that dolorous period when one meditates the ancient platitude that anticipation is better than realization; and suddenly understands why it is blesseder to give than to receive: because one does not have to wear what one gives away.

    On Christmas Mrs. U. S. G. Budlong took all the gifts she had gleaned, and piled them on and around the baby grand piano in the back parlor. There was a piano lamp there, one of those illuminated umbrellas—about as large and as useful as a date-palm tree.

    Along about that time in the afternoon when the Christmas dinner becomes a matter of hopeless remorse, Mrs. Budlong's neighbors were expected to drop in and view the loot under the lamp. It looked like hospitality, but it felt like hostility. She passed her neighbors under the yoke and gloated over her guests, while seeming to overgloat her gifts.

    But she got the gifts. There was no question of that. By hook or by crook she saw to it that the bazaar under the piano lamp always groaned.

    One of the chief engines for keeping up the display was the display itself. Everybody who knew Mrs. Budlong—and not to know Mrs. Budlong was to argue oneself unknown—knew that he or she would be invited to this Christmas triumph. And being invited rather implied being represented in the tribute.

    Hence ensued a curious rivalry in Carthage. People vied with each other in giving Mrs. Budlong presents; not that they loved Mrs. Budlong more, but that they loved comparisons less.

    The rivalry had grown to ridiculous proportions. But of course Mrs. Budlong did not care how ridiculous it grew; for it could hardly have escaped her shrewd eyes how largely

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