One Of My Grandsons Used To Insist,

I Have Thought That I Have Seen Ghosts On Many Occasions.

My Relatives Used To Laugh When I Talked Of Being A Writer.

I Wanted To Acquire An Education, Work Extremely Hard And Never Deviate From My Goal, To Make It.

I Am Not Alone At All, I Thought. I Was Never Alone At All. And That, Of Course, Is The Message Of Christmas. We Are Never Alone. Not When The Night Is Darkest, The Wind Coldest, The World Seemingly Most Indifferent. For This Is Still The Time God Chooses.

I Have Had Four Happy Days In My Life, And Three Of Them Turned Out To Be Illusions.