“Winter strips the leaves and the beautiful leaves grow old. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees. Nature listening. A million little suns (snowflake) drops; nature most delicate things, but just look what they can do when they stick together. Coming together, sharing together, working together, and succeeding together. Less me, more we.”
“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.”