Quote by Charles Dickens
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of o

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home! – Charles Dickens

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