Asap. Whatever That Means. It Must Mean,

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.

Fill Your House With Stacks Of Books, In All The Crannies And All The Nooks.

Pop Guns! And Bicycles! Roller Skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And Plums! And He Stuffed Them In Bags. Then The Grinch, Very Nimbly, Stuffed All The Bags, One By One, Up The Chimbley!

Catch! Calls The Once-ler. He Lets Something Fall. It's A Truffula Seed. It's The Last One Of All! You're In Charge Of The Last Of The Truffula Seeds. And Truffula Trees Are What Everyone Needs. Plant A New Truffula. Treat It With Care. Give It Clean Water. And Feed It Fresh Air. Grow A Forest. Protect It From Axes That Hack. Then The Lorax And All Of His Friends May Come Back.

Don't Conform For The Sake Of Pleasing Others. Mold Yourself Into The Person That You Want To Be.