“The miracle of Christmas is that, like the distant and very musical voice of the hound, it penetrates finally and becomes heard in the heart—over so many years, through so many cheap curtain-raisers. It is not destroyed even by all the arts and craftiness of the destroyers, having an essential simplicity that is everlasting and triumphant, at the end of confusion.”—E.B. White, “Comment,” The New Yorker, December 24, 1949 issue, in Christmas at The New Yorker: Stories, Poems, Humor, and Art (2004)
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