Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.

You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. but mostly they're darked. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?

You can get help from teachers, but you are going to have to learn a lot by yourself, sitting alone in a room.

Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.

It came without ribbions, It cames without tags, It came without packages, boxes, or bags. Christmas can't be bought from a store. Maybe Christmas means a little bit more.

So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!

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