One Must Use The Night.

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.

Most Of The People Are Homesick Anyway, And A Little Lonely, And They Hide Themselves In Their Hair And Are Turned Into Flowers.

All Men Have Parties And Are Pals Who Never Let Each Other Down. A Pal Can Say Terrible Things Which Are Forgotten The Next Day. A Pal Never Forgives, He Just Forgets, And A Woman Forgives But Never Forgets. That's How It Is. That's Why Women Aren't Allowed To Have Parties. Being Forgiven Is Very Unpleasant.

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know.

Someone Who Eats Pancakes And Jam Can't Be So Awfully Dangerous. You Can Talk To Him.