Nose, nose, jolly red nose, / And who gave thee this jolly red nose? . . . / Nutmegs and ginger, cinnamon and cloves, / And they gave me this jolly red nose.

Lucky are the children who know there is a jolly fat man in a red suit who pilots a flying sleigh. We should envy them. And we should envy the people who are so certain Martians will land in their back yard that they keep a loaded Polaroid camera by the back door.

The sun on a brunette's hair looks red. The sun on a redhead's hair looks like Heaven on Earth.

There is more, much more, to being a redhead than the color of one’s hair.

Redheads are less than 1% of the world's population. Now that is a minority! And, I thought, one that should qualify me for school scholarships or something like that.

They have red hair. And same kind of nose.