It's Christmas! Ah, Christmas, The Time When

Don't Be Ridiculous, Charlie, People Love The Parents Who Beat Their Kids In Department Stores. It's The Ones Who Just Let Their Kids Wreak Havoc That Everybody Hates.

Not Unlike The Toaster, I Control Darkness.

Christmas Crept Into Pine Cove Like A Creeping Christmas Thing: Dragging Garland, Ribbon, And Sleigh Bells, Oozing Eggnog, Reeking Of Pine, And Threatening Festive Doom Like A Cold Sore Under The Mistletoe.

Action Based On Hope Just Felt Better Than The Paralysis Of Certainty.

She Laughed. My Favorite Music.