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If I cry when I read A Christmas Story by Charles Dickens every December does it mean I am hopelessly sentimental? I want Tiny Tim to live. I want Scrooge to be good. I want the ghosts to be right. I want people to live in harmony and love and joy and eat enormous turkeys twice the size of small, crippled children if that is their desire. If I cry When the Who’s sing their weird Who-song (the words of which no one can make sense of) and the tears fall hot when the Grinch’s heart grows then can anyone say that we are hopeless? Because I’m just one but I am one and I can spread love like butter on the hot little hearts of my children.