"Merry Christmas", he mumbled as he looked at the open door. "The kids don't come to visit much anymore". "Well I suppose they have their own lives to lead, the main thing is that they all succeed". "Yes,_ that's my greatest wish, that they never go hungry and look at an empty dish". "Yes,_ that would be the greatest Christmas wish for me, never mind the presents, decorations or tree". "Well,_ they've all got their own kids now, they don't want to be hang'n round here anyhow". "Listen'n to a grumpy old fella like me, oh well,_ if they turn up ,_ they turn up,_ it's all under the tree". "Gee!_ next door's all crowded out, cars all whichaways". "they're have'n one of them family reunions, seems to be in thing these days". "Who's this?_ come in,_ Merry Christmas, can I offer you a drink? Oh!_ the Wilsons,_they're three doors down I think". "That's ok,_ it's a pleasure,_ have a good Christmas day, oh well,_ I'd better start putting this ham and stuff away".