3 7 sy Yar Christmas, as even the most argumentative are eager to admit, comes but once a year, Perhaps it's just as well, at that in the famous words of the gilded widow whose youthful but unfor~ tunately impecunious fiance eloped with a black-eyed dancing girl at Singapore and never was heard of On Christmas Eve, For the day of surprises (many of which eventually find their way ight back to the shops from whence they came), of jolly egg-nog parties; and flaming puddings provides Jample food for cogitation during. the remaining months. to the lot of the unfortunate seeker after "atmosphere."
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