A Grinch acquiesces.
His heart grew three sizes.
His heart grew three sizes.
If you build it, maybe they’ll come.
Thanks, you delicious holiday.
See you on the airwaves.
I’m not SAD, but I’ve been HAD.
And thank you.
And getting duller all the time.
And again.
Hummmmmmmm.
Oh, wouldn’t I like to turn back the clock. Or maybe forward. Let’s say forward.