I Can Read In Red. I Can

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

So, Open Your Mouth, Lad! For Every Voice Counts!

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.

In My World, Everyone's A Pony And They All Eat Rainbows And Poop Butterflies!

I Get All My Ideas In Switzerland Near The Forka Pass. There Is A Little Town Called Gletch, And Two Thousand Feet Up Above Gletch There Is A Smaller Hamlet Called Über Gletch. I Go There On The Fourth Of August Every Summer To Get My Cuckoo Clock Fixed. While The Cuckoo Is In The Hospital, I Wander Around And Talk To The People In The Streets. They Are Very Strange People, And I Get My Ideas From Them.