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I Went To Sunday School And Liked The Stories About Christ And The Christmas Star. They Were Beautiful. They Made You Warm And Happy To Think About. But I Didn't Believe Them.

I Couldn't Get That Same Feeling During The Day, With My Hands In Dirty Dish Water And The Hard Sun Showing Up The Dirtiness On The Roof Tops. And After A Time, Even At Night, The Feeling Of God Didn't Last.

But I Was Sure Of One Thing. If God Were A Father, With Children, That Cleanliness I Had Been Feeling Wasn't God.

There Comes A Point When A Dream Becomes Reality And Reality Becomes A Dream.

If You Get Old Fashioned Enough, You'll Always Be In Style.