Alright, getting into the Christmas spirit with a writer that (to me at least) seems synonymous with the holiday. Yes he wrote other things, and yes those other things are great, but who thinks Christmas now without “A Christmas carol”?
Born February 7th, 1812 in Portsmouth, he worked in factory at first because his father was sent to a debtors prison. With the release of “the Pickwick papers” he found instant success, and remained one of the busiest writers I know of. Hr died June 9th 1870 after spawning a style of writing that remains in use to this day.
“The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed, but a thing created is loved before it exists.” – Charles Dickens.
As always this is for:
See you next week!