Every Christmas Eve, the elves will come and give us a new pair of pajamas.
It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.
The best night of my life was watching the moon turn red on an island .I think it was called the blood moon and it happens like once every - I don't know how long, but it was a beautiful night. It was a very magical moment.
Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars.
I suddenly realized how much I loved her when we attended Alfred Hitchcock's 75th birthday party last August. There was something magical about that night, and it made me see how much she really meant to me.
Out in the world not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather anything might happen, always did.
It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?
