There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed-the four-poster-I'll be needing that to die in.

There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.

A Charlie Brown Christmas.

Life would give her everything of consequence, life would shape her, not we. All we were good for was to make the introductions.

When Charles first saw our child Mary, he said all the proper things for a new father. He looked upon the poor little red thing and blurted, "She's more beautiful than the Brooklyn Bridge."

Everybody's gone. They all had a place to go for Christmas, and this is probably the first year that's ever happened. It's definitely unusual, but everybody had a relative or someone to stay with. It's a quirk of fate, I guess.