The return of the Merry Old Philosopher
Este senhor, como o natal, já por aqui passou e já daqui se foi. Mas, como o natal, todos os dias são dias de lembrar EDDIE LAWRENCE, a.k.a....
THE MERRY OLD PHILOSOPHER:
«Hello there, little ones.
You say your old man dressed up as Santa Claus and can't get his belly through the fireplace?
And you hang up a purple bulb on the tree and three thousand volts go through ya?
And your brother made an animal cage out of your Erector set and Grandma can't get out?
And someone opened a window while you're sortin' stamps and all your triangles are flying around the house?
And one of your gifts, a strange little shiny box, suddenly takes off and is now circling the earth at twelve-hundred miles-an-hour?
Is that what's troublin' you, bunky?!?
WELL, PUT YOUR HEAD DOWN LOW AND TAKE A RUN IN THE SNOW WITH THAT DEVIL MADE DAMN CHRISTMAS SPIRIT! PUT THE WHOLE WORLD SINGIN' A HAPPY SONG, WITH WHOEVER OF YOU WHO ROLL ALONG! YOU'LL NEVER GIVE UP... NEVER GIVE UP... NEVER GIVE UP...