I Had A Pleasant Time With My

Christmas Won't Be Christmas Without Any Presents.

Poor Dull Concord. Nothing Colorful Has Come Through Here Since The Redcoats.

The Rooms Were Very Still While The Pages Were Softly Turned And The Winter Sunshine Crept In To Touch The Bright Heads And Serious Faces With A Christmas Greeting.

I'm Perfectly Miserable; But If You Consider Me Presentable, I Die Happy.

I Want To Do Something Splendid… Something Heroic Or Wonderful That Won’t Be Forgotten After I’m Dead… I Think I Shall Write Books.