Shopping in Woolworth's, in the turbulent days, we saw a little boy put his hand inquiringly on a ten-cent Christ child, part of a creche. "What is this?" he asked his mother, who had him by the hand. "C'mon, C'mon," replied the harassed woman, "you don't want that!" She dragged him grimly away - a Woolworth Madonna, her mind dark with gift-thoughts, following a star of her own devising.
E. B. White - Writings from the New Yorker 1927 - 1976. Editor: Rebecca M. Dale. Harper Collins Publishers 1990.