The Story Begins...

"The story begins one cold, bleak, biting Christmas Eve, when the fog is so thick and the dampness so complete that wheezing is the only way to breathe, when the clock in the frozen tower strikes the hours as if its teeth are chattering when the afternoon is as dark as the evening, and the evening so dark that even familiar courtyards require groping to find one's way."

~ Patricia Barrett Perkins, Baltimore, Maryland, 1987, as an introduction to "A Christmas Carol"