When I caught sight of this red stone home lost in a recent snowstorm in the city, I could think of no one but Ebenezer Scrooge and that 1843 Dickens' novel. As a matter of fact, I even looked fast to see if that door knocker was present. Over the next few days, I know I'll pick up that book and read a section or two. It's just the sentimental in me. Enjoy this holiday season; however you celebrate. ps. Santa, I've been a very good boy this year!