Christmas Wishes from E. B. White – The New Yorker Radio Hour – WNYC

This heartfelt, ironic, wry and ultimately sweet poem is worth 3 minutes of your time.  Click on the link below to hear it read aloud.

Merry Christmas.

E. B. White sends Christmas greetings to uncertified accountants, old men asleep in libraries, and people who think they are in love but aren’t sure.

Source: Christmas Wishes from E. B. White – The New Yorker Radio Hour – WNYC


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