Summary
This quote, often attributed to C.S. Lewis in his book "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," underscores the bleakness of a perpetually cold and lifeless existence without the hope and joy of Christmas. It symbolizes a state of perpetual hardship, where time passes without any sense of warmth, celebration, or renewal. In context, the quote refers to the curse cast upon the land by the White Witch, but it can also be interpreted more broadly as a metaphor for the absence of happiness and hope in our lives without the presence of love, joy, and the anticipation of good things to come.
Topics
Christmas
By C.S. Lewis