Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites.
The tree is rich with potential wonder.”
So, if you're gathering with your family and friends this time of year, I personally don't care what you call the holiday as long as you celebrate it with this in mind:
You don't get many of these. Make them count.”
I'll be going out with one of these girls.
But for now, let me say—
Without hope or agenda—
Just because it's Christmas—
And at Christmas you tell the truth—
To me, you are perfect—
And my wasted heart will love you—
Until you look like this.
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimbley!”
Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks.
There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers.
There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart.
There is mystery unfolding.”