Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it Warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart…filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.

Christmas is forced upon a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press; on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred.

Design is in every­thing we make, but it’s also between those things. It’s a mix of craft, sci­ence, sto­ry­telling, pro­pa­ganda, and phi­los­o­phy.
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