Welcome to another edition of Christmas in quarantine. Christmas past's impromptu miniseries of

indeterminate length. Every day I'll be bringing you a new episode until we're all in the

clear regarding coronavirus. First of all, I hope that you're staying safe and healthy and that you're

following all of the common sense guidelines and that you're staying safe and healthy and that you're following

all of the common sense guidelines and that you're treating this situation with the seriousness

it deserves, and that you're taking your advice only from trained medical professionals.

Second of all, I'd love to hear from you. You can always drop me a line at Christmas

past podcast at gmail.com or reach out on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

And if you haven't joined the private Facebook group, now's as good a time as any.

If there's anything you'd like to share with the rest of the Christmas Past family,

why not record it into a voice memo on your phone and send it over to me?

I'd love to include it in an upcoming episode.

Today's installment continues with our little mini-series within a miniseries

where I'm bringing you all five pieces from Washington Irving's Old Christmas.

We've been following the story of a narrator who was invited to his friend's country estate for Christmas.

When we last left the narrator, he was going to bed on Christmas Eve,

and this story picks up on the next day in a celebration of Christmas morning.

Now I'll be back at the end to say goodbye and wrap up, but until then, please enjoy this next installment of Washington Irving's Old Christmas, titled Christmas Day.

When I awoke the next morning, it seemed as if all of the events of the preceding evening

had been a dream, and nothing but the identity of the ancient chamber convinced me of their

reality. While I lay musing on my pillow, I heard the sound of little feet pattering outside

of the door and a whispering consultation.

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