They give us ribbons as proof that we were there.

I am here five years in tuna.

It provides money for shirts, medals and ribbons.

I've been in the stadium where all four ribbons on top of the goalposts were blowing toward each other. It doesn't make any sense, but I've seen it. That's just what happens when you've got so many surfaces for the wind to blow against.

I can't judge any of you. I have no malice against you and no ribbons for you. But I think that it is high time that you all start looking at yourselves, and judging the lie that you live in.

“When we pause to consider our many blessings and gifts this Christmas, those most precious are wrapped in love, without paper, ribbons, and bows.” ~Tom Baker