To Understand Our Love They'd Have To

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.

I Fear The Boredom That Comes With Not Learning And Not Taking Chances.

Think What A Better World It Would Be If We All - The Whole World - Had Cookies And Milk About Three O'clock Every Afternoon And Then Lay Down With Our Blankies For A Nap. Or If All Governments Had As A Basic Policy To Always Put Things Back Where They Found Them And To Clean Up Their Own Mess. 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.

If Someone Were To Ask Me Whether I Believed In God, Or Saw God, Or Had A Particular Relationship With God, I Would Reply That I Don't Separate God From My World In My Thinking. I Feel That God Is Everywhere. That's Why I Never Feel Separated From God Or Feel I Must Seek God, Any More Than A Fish In The Ocean Feels It Must Seek Water. In A Sense, God Is The "ocean" In Which We Live.

It’s Harder To Talk About, But What I Really, Really, Really Want For Christmas Is Just This: I Want To Be 5 Years Old Again For An Hour. I Want To Laugh A Lot And Cry A Lot. I Want To Be Picked Or Rocked To Sleep In Someone’s Arms, And Carried Up To Be Just One More Time. I Know What I Really Want For Christmas: I Want My Childhood Back. People Who Think Good Thoughts Give Good Gifts.