Thank you very much, Mr. Gandhi.

That's to my drinking. Thank you very much, Mr. Dundee.

That's to my drinking.

This is indefensible, and you have my abject apologies.

I find of late that I have very little choice

in the matter of expressing emotions.

I can either drink or I can weep.

And drinking is so much more subtle.

Will you please leave?

But as for my insubordination, I was not rude to that woman.

Someone should remind her that Christmas

is more than barthing up and down department store aisles

and pushing people out of the way.

Now, Corwin!

Someone has to tell her that Christmas is another thing

finer than that.

Richer, finer, truer, and it should come with patience and love, charity,

compassion.

That's what I would have told her if you'd give me the chance.

Henry Corwin was of course right.

Christmas is about more than running up and down department store aisles,

but how many of us right now are doing just that?

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