One of my favourite stories too
It’s time for my favourite Christmas story!
Experienced readers will know this is not your standard Christmas story. In fact, it’s not an actual Christmas story at all. I first heard this story over twenty years ago, and when the holiday season rolled around, it was the first thing I thought of. So I’ve been posting it every year, and will do so until further notice:
One night, Confucius had a dream about chopsticks.
In the dream, he was transported to Hell, where he saw multitudes of people sitting at enormous tables set out with wonderful foods of all kinds. There was so much food that the tables groaned under the weight and the various delightful aromas made the mouth water.
But the people sitting at the tables hadn’t touched any of it.
They had been told they could eat as much as they liked but only if they ate…
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