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: Are you expecting a letter? Dudley
: Well, you never know. If I did get one, the stamp would certainly be worth saving.
: I was praying for a cathedral. Dudley
: No, Henry. You were praying for guidance.
: Dudley, if we should need you again, will you come back? Dudley
: Not I. I shall ask to be assigned to the other end of the Universe. Henry Brougham
: Is that because I was so difficult? Dudley
: Oh, no. This difficulty was in me. When an Immortal finds himself envying the Mortal he is entrusted to his care, it's a danger signal. Take her in your arms and hold her tight.
: Kiss her for me, you lucky Henry!
] Henry Brougham
: Tonight I want to tell you the story of an empty stocking. Once upon a midnight clear, there was a child's cry. A blazing star hung over a stable and wise men came with birthday gifts. We haven't forgotten that night down the centuries; we celebrate it with stars on Christmas trees, the sound of bells and with gifts. But especially with gifts. You give me a book; I give you a tie. Aunt Martha has always wanted an orange squeezer and Uncle Henry could do with a new pipe. We forget nobody, adult or child. All the stockings are filled... all that is, except one. And we have even forgotten to hang it up. The stocking for the child born in a manger. It's his birthday we are celebrating. Don't ever let us forget that. Let us ask ourselves what he would wish for most... and then let each put in his share. Loving kindness, warm hearts and the stretched out hand of tolerance. All the shining gifts that make peace on earth.