I'd jingle all the way if I could carry the bells and fly.
From Alfred at Christmas, one of 296 sayings written by John Sarris over thirty years.
From Alfred’s journal
The hardware store on Third has hung a wreath over the door, and some arrangement of wind and hinge makes the bells on it ring every time a man goes in for screws. I sat on the sign and listened to it all morning. For years I thought what I wanted was the sound, and this winter I understood it was the going in and out. A sleigh does not choose between the bells and the traveling; it gets both because something else does the hauling. I'd jingle all the way if I could carry the bells and fly, and I have tried lifting far less than a bell. Switch came by at noon with half a cracker and no such problem, since he carries everything in his face.
He reads what you tell him and writes a page of his journal back, with a few of these chosen for you. It costs nothing and asks for nothing.
