Not Here Not There Not Anywhere!

Why Are They Sad And Glad And Bad? I Do Not Know, Go Ask Your Dad.

Oh, What A Day. I Will Make It A Holiday.

You're A Monster, Mr. Grinch. Your Heart's An Empty Hole. Your Brain Is Full Of Spiders, You've Got Garlic In Your Soul.

Gray Day. Everything Is Gray. I Watch. But Nothing Moves Today.

And The Grinch, With His Grinch-feet Ice Cold In The Snow, Stood Puzzling And Puzzling, How Could It Be So? It Came Without Ribbons. It Came Without Tags. It Came Without Packages, Boxes Or Bags. And He Puzzled And Puzzled 'till His Puzzler Was Sore. Then The Grinch Thought Of Something He Hadn't Before. What If Christmas, He Thought, Doesn't Come From A Store. What If Christmas, Perhaps, Means A Little Bit More.