God Bless Us, Every One We are departing from tradition on two fronts this Christmas. First, the Harvey Goodwin Avenue book group usually does not discuss a book at its December meeting, which is usually just a celebratory get-together. This year, however, we have made an exception and will be discussing A Christmas Carol , by Charles Dickens (in case you thought it might be another Christmas Carol written by someone else). This marks no change of routine for me, as I read it every December in any case. The picture shows the inside cover of my copy. As you can see, I got it for Christmas in 1965, aged nine. I had specifically requested it, as the previous Christmas Eve, the cartoon Mister Magoo’s Christmas Carol had been on television, and I had been much intrigued by it. As I recall, it followed the story reasonably faithfully. When I got the book, I did find it rather an adult portion, as Levon Helm described New York in the late 1950’s. It took me some time to get used to ...