Charles Dickens. A Christmas Carol in prose (№ 460392)

You never know there are good things in the world that were of no use to me. At least the Christmas holidays. These are joyful days - days of mercy, kindness, forgiveness. These are the only days in the entire calendar when people, as if by tacit agreement, freely open their hearts to each other and see in their neighbors - even the poor and disadvantaged - the same people as themselves, wandering the same road to the grave with them, and not some beings of a different breed who should take a different path.