From a letter written in 1959.
Adlai, do you remember two kinds of Christmases? There is one kind in a
house where there is little and a present represents not only love but
sacrifice. The one single package is opened with a kind of slow wonder,
almost reverence. Once I gave my youngest boy, who loves all living
things, a dwarf, peach-faced parrot for Christmas. He removed the paper
and then retreated a little shyly and looked at the little bird for a
long time. And finally he said in a whisper, "Now who would have ever
thought that I would have a peach-faced parrot?"
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