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Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa

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Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind

Here was only the hushed patter of the drizzle, the call of birds in faraway trees

Breakfast alone by gaslight is about as ghastly as champagne in daylight

The wind in the willows

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends

Autumn thoughts

The distant mountain

Endless summer