Adults Are Obsolete Children.

Christmas Will Always Be As Long As We Stand Heart To Heart And Hand In Hand.

Maybe Christmas, The Grinch Thought, Doesn't Come From A Store.

Day Play We Play All Day. Night Fight We Fight All Night.

The Three Words That Best Describe You Are As Follows, And I Quote: Stink. Stank. Stunk.

He Took The Who’s Feast, He Took The Who Pudding, He Took The Roast Beast. He Cleaned Out That Ice Box As Quick As A Flash. Why, The Grinch Even Took Their Last Can Of Who Hash.