In Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Present walk the streets of London on Christmas day. In the midst of a central London marketplace, revelers shop for their holiday dinners. As they make their way, Dickens writes:
The sight of these poor revellers appeared to interest
the Spirit very much, for he stood with Scrooge beside him in a baker's
doorway, and taking off the covers as their bearers passed, sprinkled incense
on their dinners from his torch. And it was a very uncommon kind of torch, for
once or twice when there were angry words between some dinner-carriers who had
jostled each other, he shed a few drops of water on them from it, and their
good humour was restored directly. For they said, it was a shame to quarrel
upon Christmas Day. And so it was. God love it, so it was.
In time the bells ceased, and the bakers were shut up;
and yet there was a genial shadowing forth of all these dinners and the
progress of their cooking, in the thawed blotch of wet above each baker's oven;
where the pavement smoked as if its stones were cooking too.
“Is there a peculiar flavour in what you sprinkle from
your torch.” asked Scrooge.
“There is. My own.”
“Would it apply to any kind of dinner on this day.”
asked Scrooge.
“To any kindly given. To a poor one most.”
“Why to a poor one most?” asked Scrooge.
“Because it needs it most.”
Your
Correspondent was reminded of this wonderful moment while reading the new book
by Sesame Street star Sonia Manzano, Miracle on 133rd
Street. Energetically illustrated by Marjorie Priceman,
Miracle tells the story of Jose and his family’s holiday dinner. Jose and
his Mami are preparing the Christmas roast, but their oven is too small for the
meat.
In
an inspired moment, Jose thinks that they can take the roast to the local pizza
parlor, and cook it there. As Jose and his Papi walk through their 133rd
Street apartment building, they pass children fighting, scared shut-ins,
arguing neighbors, and other challenges to urban life. Outside, they
tramp through the snow, passing a desperate Christmas-tree salesman and finally
comforting a grouching pizza-pusher.
However,
hours later after the roast has been cooked, Jose and Papi finally become
holiday pied pipers as the pizza man, tree salesman and all manner of troubled
apartment dwellers follow them home, beguiled by the delicious aroma of
Christmas dinner.
Suddenly,
the apartment that Jose’s Mami thought was too small is now just right for a
holiday gathering.
Though
simple in its plot and execution, Miracle on 133rd Street is
complex in its themes and approach. This is not a tale to sugarcoat the
many challenges immigrants (in Jose’s case, Puerto Ricans) have in assimilating
in inner cities; nor does it paint a picture of blanket good will during the
holidays as a given. Instead, Manzano demonstrates how simple creature
comforts, a warm and loving environment and reaching out to people are more
than enough to generate Christmas spirit.
The
illustrations by Marjorie Priceman have a madcap, energetic quality. Like
much modern art, perspective is flattened and bright (almost neon) colors pile
one-atop another, as if Priceman was channeling Chagall for children.
They are a perfect accompaniment to the text, and the resulting paring is
something like music.
Better
still, Manzano and Priceman have created a picture book that will inspire
children to cherish their homes, their friends and their communities. It
is a delightful tale reminding us that we are all going through life together,
and there is no better time to share our common humanity than at
Christmas. Highly recommended.
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