Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.

I look at you looking at me, now I know why the best things are free, how you've changed my world you'll never know, I'm different now, you've helped me grow...

Christmas will always be as long as we stand heart to heart and hand in hand.

The main problem with writing in verse is, if your fourth line doesn't come out right, you've got to throw four lines away and figure out a whole new way to attack the problem. So the mortality rate is terrific.

You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself in any direction you choose. You're on your own, and you know what you know. And you are the guy who'll decide where to go.

Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn't come from a store.