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.

Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care. Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.

And the turtles, of course...all the turtles are free, as turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.

Try them, try them, and you may! Try them and you may, I say.

They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!

I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today.