That seemed like an appropiate title for Chrismas Eve. I’m not like Scrooge but Christmas doesn’t have the magic it once had. When I was young I would always be up at about 5 in the morning on Christmas day but, a few years back, I woke up at 10 o’clock and I knew I was an adult.
Speaking of a Christmas Carol and getting up a thought occured to me just now. When I have to be up in the morning I naturally set an alarm but what would have happened in Victorian times – when did alarm clocks first come into existance? I must look that up. It is strange to think though that there was a time where you just had to go to bed and hope you would naturally wak
e at the right time.
Merry Christmas!
Unstable Orbit 