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His name was Silas Tucker and he used to live over at Columbia Falls.
Well, he put out a little newspaper and was so much in love with money it made him unhappy when he had to give people change.
He never was much for thinking about other people. Kinda took selfishness to a new level and stayed there.
Silas didn’t have much use for Christmas, either.
He thought of it as a day and a season that got in the way of work, and people running around singing silly carols.
Well, one year like always he was fussing and fuming over the whole Christmas business. He didn’t care about it, but since no one would shut up he knew it was going to be Thursday.
Thursday
morning he was so disgruntled he couldn’t sleep, so he got up before
the rest of the family and went walking down the street.
Lo
and behold here comes Tom Harriman and seeing as how Tom was a heavy
advertiser in his paper, Silas did something he had never done before.
He called out, “Merry Christmas.” Next thing he knew Tom doubled up so hard with laughter he couldn’t stand straight.
Silas
kept on walking, kind of tickled with himself for being so smart, and
when he saw Sam Fletcher coming toward him he again yelled out, “Merry
Christmas.”
Well,
Sam just stopped in his tracks, looked at him kind of funny, slapped
him on the back and broke out in a grin that never stopped till it had
extended well beyond both his ears.
By
the time he got back home, he had called out, “Merry Christmas,” at
least a couple of dozen times and people kept calling back how clever he
was.
Next
thing he knew, it was like everyone in the small town had gone
Christmas crazy - everyone running up and down the streets yelling out,
“Merry Christmas” and laughing and then laughing some more.
It
all made him feel so good, better than he had ever felt in his whole
life, that he got back home, instead of fussing about Christmas like he
always did, he hugged his wife, gave her a big kiss and said, “Merry
Christmas.”
“What’s wrong with you, Silas?” she responded. “It isn’t Christmas. Christmas isn’t till next Thursday.”
Well, then it was Silas’s turn to laugh.
He put back his head and laughed so hard tears started running down his cheeks. He just couldn’t stop laughing. “Merry Christmas” he exclaimed, over and over again.
You know what?
If you go up to Columbia Falls sometime and ask about Silas Tucker they’ll tell you he’s the salt of the earth.
But they’ll also tell you he’s a mite strange.
He’s got a funny sense of humor, is the way they’ll explain. When business is poor or Silas gets to feeling blue, he pulls off what he calls an Independent Christmas.
He
goes out and starts walking up and down the streets shouting out,
“Merry Christmas” to everybody he sees, buys folks presents and chuckles
about it from morning to night.
And what’s more, the last time I heard, he hadn’t even got the idea patented.
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