Acknowledging Louisa May (Alcott)
“Christmas will be beyond poor,” Jo grumbled, scrunching toward the baseboard heater.
“Why do we have so little,” sighed Meg, fingering the hole in her dress.
“Some people have everything but most of us have nothing,” Amy echoed.
“Father knows, mother knows,” Beth added, “and we have them to thank for our understanding.”
“Humph,” Jo interjected. “All the understanding in the world doesn’t change anything. We’re still poor.”
“But,” Meg countered, “when everyone knows, there will be a change. The elite can’t keep everyone down forever. They can’t have their way forever.” She paused. “Can they?”
The girls looked at one another.
“Another power exists greater than the elite,” Beth said. Jo and Meg and Amy leaned forward.
“Tell us, tell us,” they implored in unison as a gale of milky snow blew against the window.
~ Stephen J. Bergstrom