When trouble strikes, head to the library. You will either be able to solve the problem, or simply have something to read as the world crashes down around you.

Beef. Yes. Roast beef. It's the Swedish term for beef that is roasted.

For Beatrice, when we first met, I was lonely, and you were pretty. Now I am pretty lonely.

Those unable to catalog the past are doomed to repeat it.

For Beatrice - you will always be in my mind, in my heart and in your grave.

And when love is over when the diner of love seems closed from the outside you want all those hours back along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.

The holiday season is a time for storytelling, and whether you are hearing the story of a candelabra staying lit for more than a week, or a baby born in a barn without proper medical supervision, these stories often feature miracles. Miracles are like pimples, because once you start looking for them you find more than you ever dreamed you'd see, and this holiday story features any number of miracles, depending on your point of view.