It Was Beautiful And Simple, As Truly

I'll Give You The Whole Secret To Short Story Writing. Here It Is. Rule 1: Write Stories That Please Yourself. There Is No Rule 2.

The Magi, As You Know, Were Wise Men Wonderfully Wise Men Who Brought Gifts To The Babe In The Manger. They Invented The Art Of Giving Christmas Presents.

If There Ever Was An Aviary Overstocked With Jays It Is That Yaptown-on-the-hudson, Call New York. Cosmopolitan They Call It, You Bet. So's A Piece Of Fly-paper. You Listen Close When They're Buzzing And Trying To Pull Their Feet Out Of The Sticky Stuff. "little Old New York's Good Enough For Us"--that's What They Sing.

There Was Clearly Nothing To Do But Flop Down On The Shabby Little Couch And Howl. So Della Did It. Which Instigates The Moral Reflection That Life Is Made Up Of Sobs, Sniffles, And Smiles, With Sniffles Predominating.

The Most Notable Thing About Time Is That It Is So Purely Relative. A Large Amount Of Reminiscence Is, By Common Consent, Conceded To The Drowning Man; And It Is Not Past Belief That One May Review An Entire Courtship While Removing One's Gloves.