The day before Christmas and in Austin, TX it is raining beautifully. A stay inside and be cuddly kind-of-rain. I decided to post something about Christmas from Little Women written, by Louisa May Alcott- powerful woman back in her day. Her writing still lives on today.
Louisa May Alcott lived between November 29, 1832 and March 6, 1888 and was an American novelist. She is best known for her book Little Women which was published in 1868 and loosely based on her own life growing up with her sisters. Her family was poor and she began working at an early age as an occasional teacher, seamstress, governess, domestic helper, and writer.

In her later life, Louisa May Alcott became an advocate for women’s suffrage and was the first woman to register to vote in Concord Massachusetts, in a school board election.

Louisca May Alcott, along with Elizabeth Stoddard, Rebecca Harding Davis, Anne Moncure Crane, and others, were part of a group of female authors during the Gilded Age, which was the era of rapid economic and population growth in the U.S. during the post–Civil War and post-Reconstruction Eras of the late 19th century. They addressed women’s issues in their writing in a modern and candid manner. 

This quote reminds me of the human nature in all of us and the truth of it, we like to have gifts and new things sometimes. Women know well, perhaps more than anyone, that we work hard and make sacrifices every day of the year. Celebrating us with gifts is a good thing sometimes and these young women, show us just that:

Little Women -(Chapter One)

“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

“It’s so dreadful to be poor!” sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

“I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all,” added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

“We’ve got Father and Mother, and each other,” said Beth contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly, “We haven’t got Father, and shall not have him for a long time.” She didn’t say “perhaps never,” but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.

Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone, “You know the reason Mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army. We can’t do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don’t” And Meg shook her head,as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.

“But I don’t think the little we should spend would do any good. We’ve each got a dollar, and the army wouldn’t be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from Mother or you, but I do want to buy UNDINE AND SINTRAM for myself. I’ve wanted it so long,” said Jo, who was a bookworm.

“I planned to spend mine in new music,” said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle holder.

“I shall get a nice box of Faber’s drawing pencils. I really need them,” said Amy decidedly.

“Mother didn’t say anything about our money, and she won’t wish us to give up everything. Let’s each buy what we want, and have a little fun. I’m sure we work hard enough to earn it,” cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.

So, even if you don’t celebrate Christmas, treat yourselves. Treat each other. Enjoy the weather.

Happy holidays!

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