Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.

I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of or hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.

The gift was not large as money goes, and my need was not great, but the spirit of the gift is beyond price and leaves me blessed and in debt.

Even the finest workman needs to inspect his work critically.

But since everything and anything are always possible, the miraculous is always nearby, and wonders shall never, ever cease.

It doesn’t matter what you say you believe - it only matters what you do.