"I know what I really want for Christmas.
I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try.
I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway?
It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me.
Waiting behind the door of our hearts for something wonderful to happen.
A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy."
Robert Fulghum, «All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten»
