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.
Shell
December 8, 2010 at 15:56Read this last night to JJ = great book xxx
Delirium
December 8, 2010 at 17:47Love this.
Shell
February 11, 2011 at 21:59Read this last night to JJ = great book xxx
Delirium
February 11, 2011 at 21:59Love this.