One Ought To Have The Right To

Christmas Always Rustled. It Rustled Every Time, Mysteriously, With Silver And Gold Paper, Tissue Paper And A Rich Abundance Of Shiny Paper, Decorating And Hiding Everything And Giving A Feeling Of Reckless Extravagance.

He Didn't Remember, He Didn't Worry, He Just Was.

And All You Can Do Is Just Read," She Said. She Raised Her Voice An Screamed, "you Just Read And Read And Read!" Then She Threw Herself Down On The Table And Wept.

But He Thought All The Strange Words Were Beautiful, And He Had Never Had A Book Of His Own Before.

I Want Your First Trip To Be With Me. I Want To Show You Cities And Landscapes And Teach You How To Look At Things In New Ways And How To Get Along In Places You Don't Already Know Inside Out. I Want To Put Some Life In You.