The Daily Dispatch: December 31, 1860., [Electronic resource]

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Christmas in Charleston.

--It seemed, on Tuesday, as if the elements had conspired to make the merriest day of all the year the most gloomy and forbidding out of doors. But young Charleston was not so easily to be deprived of the privileges and enjoyments of the festival. Everywhere might be seen the evidences of the spirited strike between rain and rejoicing, mist and merriment. The evergreens in the market places were coated with an uncomfortable moisture — pertinacious crackers exploded spitefully upon the damp sidewalks, and the misty shop windows — decked as they are decked at no other time — shone temptingly upon the muddy youngsters who were so fortunate as to have escaped from the parental roof to revel in the full fruition of Christmas fun and Christmas fog. Within doors there was the usual frolic and enjoyment, and the fact that they were no longer people of the United States, did not diminish a whit of the zest with which people relished their turkeys and demolished their plum puddings and mince pies. We venture to predict that next Christmas they will eat them with a still keener enjoyment.-- Charleston Mercury.