| Once upon a time a man lost everything. Work. Love. Memories. Mind. Like a stone through a looking glass, reality shattered and scattered at his feet. He did not see when the stone was thrown but only knew that it had been thrown by his own hand. This knowledge left him in despair. His eyes welled up with grief as he knelt before the shards of what was once his world. On his knees, he stared into the shards and did nothing else. A long time passed. In the shards, he saw his own reflection. He saw himself age. He knew then that the world was not waiting for him. The man picked up the shard closest to him and made his way away. |
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and thus, with the showing of "A Charlie Brown Christmas" in 1965, jazz became a part of Christmas. |
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