I used to have this toy, a magic slate. You wrote or drew on it and then, just by pulling up the plastic cover, everything you did disappeared and you could start new. Maybe everyone feels that on New Year's Eve: They can pull up the magic sheet and rewrite their lives.
Christmas is not a time or a season but a state of mind. To cherish peace and good will, to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.
I think baking cookies is equal to Queen Victoria running an empire. There's no difference in how seriously you take the job, how seriously you approach your whole life.
Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.
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 on our blankets for a nap.
Alexander Hamilton;
When America sings for you
Will they know what you overcame?
Will they know you rewrote the game?
The world will never be the same.
It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we’d go out "tree hunting." That’s what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word "trespassing."
Bless us all, who gather here;
The loving family I hold dear;
No place on earth, compares with home;
And every path will bring me back from where I roam.