On the horizon a major metropolis stands tall, where science, technology, and business and new comforts abound. This progress must be good. Juxtaposed against this modern world are the traditional Christmas tree and a centuries old traditional Christmas festival. In this middle ground scene, the beneficiaries of the modern metropolis, the suburbanites, the penthouse dwellers, the city’s entrepreneurs and college students, dabble nostalgically in old world gifts for family and friends. This too must be good. Close in the foreground, once again in contrast to the story behind it, is the heart of the scene. An inner city dweller, no doubt his saxophone his finest possession, plays for a small wage. Young people, still full of spirit and hope, standing on the edge, yet unencumbered with the material background, hear his song. Even a dog stills to listen. A rightful “x” marks the spot of his willing heart. The boy in the green jacket also hears the song of those in need, while another inner city dweller, clad in a big red apron, rings for her less advantaged brothers and sisters, for those who did not benefit from the progress of the city. The boy’s sister demurely puts a dollar in the red bucket. The saxophonist’s bucket is also red, as well as his drink and hat. It is not by coincidence that the suburban boy’s sister, apart from anyone in the scene’s background, is also accented in the color of red. This is the color, the heart of Christmas. This is, no doubt, “doing the most good.”
Doing the Most Good
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