13:23 My mom tells me some memories of her growing up and she was in a very poor family. And one Christmas for Christmas Eve, they had oyster stew, which was one of their traditions. And they're just using canned oysters because they lived in Idaho, and that Christmas Eve as she was eating her oyster stew, she found a pearl in her soup and she always told me that was a really special time because we didn't really have anything at all.
And then the poorest Christmas of all for her when she knew that nobody was getting any presents because we can't even pay our bills right now; we were really on hard times because their father, my grandfather, had been injured, and so the mom, my grandmother, sewed her a doll out of fabrics and sewed the faces on the doll and then sewed a bunch of little clothes that would go on that doll, and my mom says 'that was the best Christmas she ever had.' --Curtis Bowers
This should be kept by anyone who cherishes Christmas and Christmas memories. It's good work by Curtis Bowers. The world is lyric. To be a warrior, one needs a little hate in his heart. But to be a man, a father, husband, brother, son, one needs love. Life is lyrical.
14:45 Christmas at Plum Creek, Little House on the Prairie, 1978.
