A Merry Christmas After All
We know how the story ends. “What’s to-day!” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
I see things and tell people about them
We know how the story ends. “What’s to-day!” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
In the course of our lives, we sometimes lose our way. We wander off the good path.
I live in a very hilly area. Yet I’m still alive.
When I was a kid, I loved Christmas on Sundays. What I hated were the years before and after the Sunday Christmas.
Have you ever studied human networks? I’m not talking about online social networks alone, but any kind of human network.
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