Titan Tribune

By Juan Manuel Lozada Corinaldesi Originally written by Charles Dickens "Christmas is a time for joy, celebration, and friendship. The air is filled with the warmth of family, the brilliance of twinkling lights, and the delicious aroma of holiday sweets and a Christmas tree. For many, it's a time for introspection, giving, and creating lasting memories. Christmas gives a sense of enchantment and wonder that fills hearts with gladness, whether through generations-old traditions or new moments spent with loved ones. There are many stories about the magic of Christmas, but everyone is familiar with "A Christmas Carol," which tells the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, a bitter old man who resents Christmas, like the Grinch..." “A Christmas Carol” Once upon a time, one snowy winter day, it was Christmas Eve. Mean old Ebenezer Scrooge was in his freezing cold office. Young Bob Cratchit worked long hours there for very little pay. Scrooge said, ...

By Amelia Kondor Terry’s Chocolate oranges are a staple in my household during the Christmas season. They are one of my all-time favourite chocolates, and I’m sure I am not alone in that opinion, with over 66 million sold every year (“Terry’s Chocolate”). Despite loving them so much, I never think about them outside of the month of December. That led me to thinking, How do they stay in business if I never see chocolate oranges outside of Christmastime? How did such a unique chocolate come to be in the first place? The answer to the first question is pretty obvious. The companies that produce Terry’s Chocolate oranges sell a lot of them. They also produce other products, including Terry’s Chocolate for Easter (“Terry’s Chocolate”). The answer to the second question is a lot more interesting. The chocolate orange doesn’t just have an interesting history, but a long one. A confectionary opened in York in 1767, and after Joseph Terry joined it, the c...

“drop a thought” by Lia Low i drip drops that never stop. drops that ripple endlessly but shrinkingly. it is pos- sible to protect you from my flood of my ifs and my whys with an octagonal shield made of nylon or de- cency. you would think my compassion would shine enough light over you to clear my cloud from your pathway, to prevent puddles be- neath your feet. the clouds only thin, and the rain still pours.