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And if you'd like to learn more about our special buildings, we'll be conducting a guided tour after today's service. Just meet over here by the windows after the service, and we'll take good care of you. Speaking of taking care of each other, this is the perfect time to balance those pesky electronic devices that you just will not need for the next hour, and yes, I still have a blackberry. While you're taking care of that important task, let me remind you that if you're accompanied today by a young companion and you think that youngster would rather experience the service from a more private space, we offer a couple options for you. First is our child haven in the back corner of the auditorium, and also we have some comfortable seating just outside the doorway in the commons from which you and your youngster can see and hear the service. And one reason that we are able to see and hear the service today is we've got a great team of volunteers who are bringing us the service and we are very grateful to them. Starting with Anne Smiley, who is our lay minister, bless you. Tom Heine, who greeted us upstairs. Our ushers today, Wally Brinkman, Sam Bates and Elizabeth Barrett. The all-important hospitality and coffee are hosted by Terry Felton and Chip Quadie, who are working in the kitchen as we speak, so make sure you thank them. Also thanks to Hannah Pinkerton for arranging for the watering of our pulpit palms and to Sally and Richard Builder and Co. and Paul Williams for donating the foliage that you see up front here. At least thank you to Richard Miller for serving today as our tour guide. Just one announcement before we continue with today's service. I think you've seen these little boxes before. These are our boxes for the guest at your table program, which enables the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee to provide support for refugees and victims of social injustice, both in this country and all over the world. A great family tradition at our holiday tables during this season of giving and receiving to collect those extra coins that you and your family might have in the spirit of generosity supporting those less fortunate than the rest of us. So those boxes are available in the commons along with envelopes. They'll be collected in January, so you have plenty of time during this long holiday season to contribute for the benefit of others. With that in mind, I invite you to sit back or lean forward to enjoy today's service. I know it will touch your heart, stir your spirit and trigger one or two new thoughts as well as a few new tunes that you may not have heard before. You're about to hear one right now. We're glad you're here. This may be a song that you have heard before. And there will be new ones later. So I hope you'll sing it. If you don't know it, you'll learn it quickly. I can pretty much guarantee that Malvena Reynolds song. Love is something if you give it away Give it away, give it away Love is something if you give it away You end up having more. That was excellent. A little more volume. Just we got this beautiful room. I loved it. I love it. I love it. Love is something if you give it away Give it away, give it away Love is something if you give it away You end up having more. That was excellent. A little more volume. Just we got this beautiful room. I'd love to hear it filled up with music. And then I'll do the first verse. Love is something if you give it away Give it away, give it away Love is something if you give it away You end up having more. It's just like a magic penny Hold it tight and you won't have any Let it spend it and you'll have so many They'll roll all over the floor Love is something if you give it away Give it away, give it away Love is something if you give it away You end up having more. Well let's go dance until the break of day And if there's a piper we can pay Cause love is something if you give it away You end up having more. Here we go. Love is something if you give it away Give it away, give it away Love is something if you give it away You end up having more. I want to feel indulged me here. Let's sing it again. But this time could I have just the men sing? A little bit of stunned silence there. So let's just try with just the men. What the heck? Here we go. Men. Love is something if you give it away Give it away, give it away Love is something if you give it away You end up having more. I just want to hear those bass frequencies Roll around a little bit. Everybody one more time. Here we go. Love is something if you give it away Give it away, give it away Love is something if you give it away You end up having more. Amid the commotion of our lives We take this moment to be together To give thanks for another day To give thanks for all those in our lives Who have brought us warmth and love To give thanks for the gift of life Let us open ourselves here, now To the process of becoming more whole Of living more fully Of giving and forgiving more freely Understanding more completely the meaning Of our lives here on this earth And if you will rise now in body or spirit For the words of affirmation for our chalice Lighting that are in your order of service May this flame we light remind us That every one of us can bring the light Of love to the world May this clear flame be a symbol That every heart can burn bright With joy, peace, and harmony May the wisdom of ages speak to us Through this flame and stay in us Every one of us can be a blessing To the world. And before we join together in song Once again please turn and greet those around you Please be seated. Our story today, the quilt maker's gift. There was once a quilt maker who kept a house In the blue misty mountains on high. Even the oldest great great grandfather Could not recall a time When she was not up there Sewing away day after day. Here and there and wherever The sun warmed the earth it was said She made the prettiest quilts anyone had ever seen The blues seemed to come from the deepest part of the ocean The whites from the northernmost snows The greens and purples from the abundant wildflowers The red, oranges and pinks From the most wonderful sunsets Some said there was magic in her fingers Some whispered that her needles and cloth Were gifts of the bewitched And still others said the quilts really fell to earth From the shoulders of passing angels Few had ever seen her A lost shepherd, a wandering woodcutter or two But many knew who she was by her deeds They said she was the most gifted And giving woman ever known And that she could have grown immensely rich By selling her wondrous quilts Many people climbed her mountain Pockets bursting with gold Hoping to buy one of the wonderful quilts But the woman would not sell them I give my quilt to those who are poor or homeless She would say to all who knocked on her door Why not for the rich? On the darkest and coldest of nights The woman would make her way down the mountain To the town below There she would wander the cobblestone streets Until she came upon someone sleeping outside in the chill She would then take a newly finished quilt From her bag, wrap it around their shivering shoulders Tuck them in tight and tiptoe away Then the very next morning With a steaming cup of blackberry tea She would begin a new quilt If by luck you should happen upon her And ask if she had always been such a giving person The quilt maker would tell you That she was once quite different indeed As a young woman she gave no thought to people in need It wasn't that she was selfish But because she and all the children of the town Had lived their lives in a world where poverty and need were unknown A great stone wall, thick and high Had been built around the town The children had never seen what was outside But the town elders warned That there was something terrible out there Something too awful to speak of They told them to never, never even think about Looking for a way to the other side Because all of the people of her town were rich The girl thought the same Must be true of everyone everywhere Her life was much like a princess Everything she needed she had Everything she wanted she was given She was never cold, never hungry Yet she was as unhappy as she was rich Often she would visit with the seamstress Who made her gowns and had taught her to sew One day as they sat together in the sewing room The older woman could see the girl was sad What is it that makes your mouth turn down so? Oh, I don't know I have everything anyone could ever want Yet even with so much My heart feels empty It seems as if there should be something more I feel that I'm meant to do something important with my life I don't know what it is Don't worry, said the seamstress You'll find your way Now ever since she was quite young The girl had always been known for her bravery And so for some time She had thought about stealing outside the wall To see just what the awful things were That lurked there She knew the elders would be furious Her friends would love the stories she brought back It had always been said by some That far below the town hall There was a secret passageway And that if you were bold enough to venture inside That passageway would lead you to the world beyond the wall So one night The girl decided to see for herself She crept through the town hall And down the stairs lower And lower beneath the sleeping city Until she came to the bottom most cellar There was only one door The girl turned the knob And with all her strength pushed Opened the great groaning door And went through She entered a gloomy passageway Lit only with candles She followed the candles She finally arrived at the other end It was already morning And what she saw was terrible indeed There were people in ragged clothes Some were hungry Many were tired For days she walked Passing through more and more villages Like the first There was unhappiness everywhere The world she realized was not As she had thought But she did find something unexpected on her journey All along the way she found That the people she'd been afraid of were kind She learned that it wasn't them But living in need that was frightful They were happy to help her in any way If they had little in their pantries They gave what they could If they had nothing they gave from their hearts When her fine shoes fell away in scraps A passing girl took off her own shoes The only pair she owned And gave them to the barefoot girl When she had gone longer than ever With nothing to eat She found an apple tree with just a few pieces Of fruit left on its branches She gathered the apples in her skirts And hungry though she was Decided to walk on and save them until night But she'd not gone far When she passed an old woman sleeping beside the road The young girl left the woman an apple to find When she woke Then down the road there was someone else And then another and another in need To eat she gave an apple until she found There was nothing left for herself But the young girl now realized she no longer felt hungry Instead it was as though she'd eaten A whole basket of fruit So full of the happiness she felt From these little gifts she'd given Now she saw the world as it truly was And so she knew where her happiness lay The young woman began making quilts To share with those in need Bringing them warmth and hope She would often give the quilts in secret Because she didn't think it was important For people to know who had made the gift All they needed to know was that Someone, somewhere in the world Cared for them And so having found her way and her gift The quilt maker settled on the great mountain She liked so well She worked steadily through the seasons Of the passing years on those wonderful quilts When finished with each She left her gifts of warmth and hope In the hands of someone in need Now like the quilt maker We all have gifts we can give At times the greatest gift we can give To another is the willingness to listen And be together in times of sadness And in times of joy Now is the time for us to share The concerns of our lives So if you feel so moved I invite you to come to the front of the auditorium Light a candle using the microphone Briefly share with us your message If you're unable to come forward For any reason, raise your hand And we'll bring the microphone to you And we'll light a candle on your behalf I invite you now into the sharing Of our sorrows and our joys I'd like to start by lighting a candle For our friend Beth Butler Who has been fighting a battle With the government and might lose her home I hope we can keep our thoughts With Fran Bicknell, who was in the hospital For a couple of days and now she's I believe at Hebron Hall And she lives at Oakwood So anything that we might send The messages would get to her at that address Light a candle from my father Will Belay, who passed away last month I'm Rosalyn Woodward And I just want to thank all of you That supported me the last week A couple of weeks while I've been sick I've just been hanging out with a fever And swollen face and what have you But it's been miserable And I've had lots of calls and emails I'm grateful I am for this community And thank you My name is Paul Abramson And this has been a pretty rough month For me and my wife Our next door neighbor Jill Passed away a few weeks ago And we were very involved with her care Followed on by the holidays Which you know are a hard time Some of us particularly if our blood family Is not around But on Thanksgiving day We were with friends And I was introduced to a woman Who lives in Paris Who was joyful And she was joyful to be in the United States In a safe place Versus her home city of Paris Where she's become extremely uncomfortable And challenged Because of the repetitive terrorist activities In the city And so she just wanted to open up to someone Was looking for another Jewish person to do it with And I was the one And I was so glad to be there for her And it really reminded me of Just the dynamics of our world And how we live in interesting times Hi, my name is Linda And I'd like to light a candle for my mother Who at 90 still lives alone In an apartment, takes care of herself And she was on the floor We don't know, maybe up to 48 hours Before I found her So she's now in the hospital And getting fluids And looks like going to make a recovery Consciously optimistic But if we could just be nice To keep her in our thoughts Hi, my name is Ellen And I want to light a candle For my friend Laura Who's dying of ovarian cancer She and I share a birthday And she's truly a special person Hi, my name is Valerie I just want to light a candle for those Who of my friends and family In this community that have missed Thanksgiving with their families To be at Standing Rock To help with all of the Water protection that's going on there I'm Nancy Vedder-Schultz And I'm lighting a candle today For my nephew, Noah Weber Who is at Standing Rock All the people there to keep them safe I'm Beth Butler that Anne referred to earlier But I'd just like to add That my problem with the government Deals with Medicare And I'm only the first of millions Who probably are going to face what I'm facing And I'm lighting a candle for all of them Anne, if you'll light one last candle In the spirit of gratitude and love For the blessings in our lives Not the least of these Being the gift of community And the blessing of one another And if you'll rise now And body your spirit for our next Him, number 95 Please be seated Now many years later The quilt maker was still living High up in the mountains Making her beautiful quilts For those in need And at this time There also lived a very powerful And greedy king Who liked nothing better Than to receive presents The hundreds of thousands Of beautiful gifts he got For Christmas and his birthday Were never enough So a law was passed That the king would celebrate his birthday Twice a year When that still wasn't enough He ordered his soldiers To search the kingdom For those few people who had not Yet given him a gift Over the years The king had come to own Almost all of the prettiest Things in the world Throughout the castle from top to bottom In drawers and on shelves In boxes and trunks and closets All of the king's countless Things were stashed Things that shimmered And glittered and glowed Things whimsical And practical Things mysterious and magical So many many things That the king kept a list Of all the lists Of all the things that he owned And yet With all these marvelous treasures To enjoy The king never smiled He wasn't happy at all Somewhere There must be one beautiful thing That will finally make me happy He was heard to say And I will have it One day a soldier Rushed into the palace with news About a magical quilt maker Who lived high in the mountains The king stamped his foot And how is it That this person has never given Me one of her quilts As a gift She only makes them for the poor Your Majesty And she will not sell them For any amount of money While we shall see about that King roared Bring me a horse and a thousand soldiers And they set off In search of the quilt maker But when they arrived at her house The quilt maker merely laughed My quilts are for the poor And the needy And I can easily see That you are neither I want one of those quilts The king demanded It might be the one thing That will finally make me happy She thought for a moment Make presence of everything You own, she said And then I'll make a quilt for you With each gift that you give I'll sew in another piece When it lasts All your things are gone Your quilt will be finished Give away all my wonderful treasures Cried the king I don't give things away I take them And with that He ordered his soldiers To seize the beautiful quilt From the quilt maker But when they rushed upon her She tossed the quilt out the window And a great gust of wind Carried it up, up And away The king was now very angry He marched the woman Down through town And up another mountain Where he had his royal iron maker A bracelet of iron Then they chained her to a rock In the cave of a sleeping bear Once more the king asked for a quilt And once more she refused Very well then the king replied I'll leave you here And when the bear awakens I'm sure he will make a very Fine breakfast of you Later when the bear's eyes opened And he saw the woman in his cave He stood on his mighty hind legs And gave a roar That rattled her bones She looked up at him And sadly shook her head It's no wonder you're so grouchy You've nothing but rocks On wits to rest your head at night Bring me an armful of pine needles And with my shawl I'll make you a great big pillow And that is what she did No one had ever been so kind To the bear before So he broke the iron bracelet And asked her to spend the night Now although the king was very good At being greedy He was very bad at being mean All that night he couldn't sleep For thinking about the poor woman In the cave Oh my oh my what have I done He wailed So he woke up his soldiers And they all marched in their pajamas Up to the cave to save her But when they arrived The king found the quilt maker And the bear having a breakfast Of berries and honey So the king completely Forgot about feeling sorry And became angry again He ordered the royal island makers To build an island Barely big enough for the woman To stand on on her tiptoes Once again the king asked her for a quilt And once again she said No Very well Tonight when you are too tired To stand and lie down to sleep You will drown And the king left her alone On the tiny island Shortly after he left The quilt maker saw a sparrow Flying across the great lake A cold fierce wind Was blowing and it didn't look like The poor bird would make it to shore The quilt maker called to him And he stopped to rest on her shoulder The poor tired sparrow was shivering So the woman quickly made him a coat From scraps of her purple vest When he was warmed And the wind had stopped The bird flew off But he was very grateful To the quilt maker for what she had done Soon the sky darkened With a huge cloud of sparrows Thousands of wings beating together They swooped down Lifted the woman in their little beaks And carried her safely to shore Again that night the king couldn't sleep For thinking about the woman alone on the island So he woke up his sleepy soldiers again And they marched in their pajamas Down to the lake to set the woman free But when they arrived She was sitting on a tree limb Sewing tiny purple coats For all the sparrows I give up the king shouted What must I do for you To give me a quilt As I said The woman answered Give away all the things you own And I'll sew a quilt for you And with each gift that you give I'll add another piece I can't do that Cried the king Of all my beautiful things But if they don't make you happy She asked What good are they? That is true the king sighed And he thought about what she had said For a long long time So long in fact That weeks went by Oh alright he finally muttered If I must give away my treasures Then I must The king went to his castle And searched from top to bottom For something he could bear To give away Frowning he finally came out With a single marble But the boy who received it Smiled so brightly in return The king went back for more Eventually he brought out A pile of velvet coats And went about the town Giving them to people dressed Only in rags That they marched up and down the street In a grand parade Still the king did not smile Next the king fetched A hundred walting blue Siamese cats And a dozen fish That were clear as glass Then the king ordered His merry go round With the real horses to be brought out Children cried With delight And cart-wheeled around him And just the smallest Of smiles began To show on the king's face The king looked about him And saw the dancing The merry making All the happiness his gifts had brought A child took hold of his hand And pulled him into the dance Now the king really smiled And even laughed out loud How can this be He cried How can I feel so happy About giving my things away Bring everything out Bring it out at once Meanwhile The quilt maker kept her word And started making a special quilt For the king With each gift that he gave She added another piece To his quilt We made apple pie Cinnamon rolls Chicken soup in great big bowls Grandma and me Christmas Eve Taking food door to door She said the season needs a little more Than just to tell the world That you believe You gotta share your bread You gotta shine a light You gotta help your neighbor Rise and stand when the hard times come Hold somebody tight Cause that's why love has hands Back in 1934 Grandma's family was so poor Christmas Eve They were on the street Tell a stranger In the name of love Like an angel from above Gave them a place to stay Food to eat You gotta share your bread Shine a light You gotta help your neighbor Rise and stand when the hard times come Hold somebody tight That's why love has hands Yeah, it's okay to dance Well, some say love starts Down in the heart Some say love has wings Well, I find love in the open hand And the joy it brings There are times that I have been On the receiving end Of hospitality And joy and grace Other times I think I see Grandma looking out at me Through the eyes Of a desperate stranger's face You gotta share your bread Shine a light Help your neighbor Rise and stand When the hard times come Hold somebody tight That's why love has hands You gotta share your bread Shine a light Help your neighbor Rise and stand When the hard times come Hold somebody tight That's why love has hands Thank you, Stuart Our once greedy king Kept on giving and giving When at last there was no one left in town Who hadn't received something The king decided to go out into the world And find others who might be in need of his gifts But before he left The king promised the quilt maker He would send a sparrow back To her each and every time He gave something away Morning, noon and night The wagons rolled out of town Each piled high with the king's wonderful things And for years and years Messenger sparrows Flew to the quilt maker's windowsill As the king slowly emptied his wagons Trading his treasures for smiles Around the world On and on the quilt maker worked And piece by piece The king's quilts grew more and more beautiful Finally one day a weary sparrow Flew into her window And perched on her needle She knew then and there That it was the last messenger So she put a final stitch in the quilt And started down the mountain In search of the king After a long search She found him The king's royal clothes were now in tatters And his toes poked out of his boots Yet his eyes glittered And his joy and his laugh Was wonderful and thunderous The quilt maker unfolded The king's quilt from her bag It was so beautiful That hummingbirds and butterflies Fluttered about Standing on tiptoe She tenderly wrapped it around him What is this? Cried the king As I promised you long ago The woman said, when the day came That you yourself were poor Would I give you a quilt? The king's great sunny laugh Made green apples fall And flowers turn his way But I'm not poor, he said I may look poor But in truth my heart is full to bursting Filled with memories of all the happiness I've given and received I am the richest man I know Nevertheless the quilt maker said I made this just for you Thank you, replied the king I will take it, but only if you accept a gift from me There is one last treasure I have left to give away All these years I've saved it just for you And from his rickety run-down wagon The king brought out his throne It's really quite comfortable, he said And just the thing for long days of sewing From that day on the king often came To the quilt maker's house in the clouds By day the quilt maker sewed The beautiful quilt she would not sell And at night the king took them down to town There he searched out the poor and downhearted Never happier than when he was giving Something away Like the king we all know how good it feels When we are able to give and share with others So in that spirit I invite you into the giving And receiving of this morning's offering Our recipient is the river food pantry You can find out more about them and their good work In the order of service And we thank you for your generosity Well, while you're opening your wallets Hope you'll open your mouths and sing this with me The chorus is pretty simple And it's kind of a lounge kind of song Seems a little bit at odds with the place and time But the figure is okay And the chorus goes like this I wrote this with my friend Tom Pease Some of you may know him And we wrote verses with kids But I want to teach you the chorus Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Let's get those words okay? Try it with me Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Great, that's excellent, now we're not done Add a little motion to it So just take out your hands, get them loose We're just going to be like Everybody And it actually works better if you bounce your head a little bit too It's kind of got that kind of Everybody, everybody And on the love part The sign language for love, you probably know this Hands like this, actually like this, sorry And just kind of like give yourself a little bit of like a rock or two Let's try it, see how it looks Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Now you look fantastic I hope there's a webcam up here, I don't know But you look great But we're going to add one more part And this is especially for the men It's kind of why we warmed up the men But you can do it whatever And that's when we get to the end of the first line Your part goes like this You're laughing but it's going to sound good So here we go Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love See, isn't that cool? It's cool, alright, good So let's try that whole thing again A little more volume and then you'll be ready for verses You will have earned them Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love That was fantastic, here comes the verse You can love your mama Love your sister and love your dad You can love your brother Even when he's kind of bad So everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love You can love your parrot Love your rabbit or your hedgehog You can love your kitty Love your snake or love your little bit louder Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love You can love anybody With a love that's strong and true You can love anybody And you hope that they love you Cause everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love That was great, sing it one more time Just to enjoy it, here we go Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love Everybody, everybody Everybody got someone to love We be inspired with gratitude For the wondrous gifts that are ours And be filled with the resolve To share them with all who are in need May we hold precious one another And the world which provides us With sustenance and beauty And may a song of thanksgiving Be on our lips today and always Blessed be, go in peace And please be seated for the postlude Well, first of all, thank you for singing with me this morning. It's been a delight to be here. And the postlude is a couple songs kind of put together. The first song is a song for Mary Baboula. I was talking with Jean Sears about earlier. Jean called her a subtle warrior, someone standing up for children. And when she died a short time ago, I wrote this song for her. And I hope you'll sing it with me. And then the second song is by a woman named Melanie Demour who calls herself a vocal activist from San Francisco. She's fantastic. And I'm going to try to sort of put them together. And the first song goes like this. If you stand with me And I stand with you We will make our spirits stronger In all we do If you stand with me And I stand with you We'll stand and love shines through That's pretty much the whole song. I'll try it again. If you stand with me And I stand with you We will make our spirits stronger In all we do If you stand with me And I stand with you We'll stand as love shines through That's pretty much it. I'm going to change one word. Instead of stand, let's put in sing. It's been so gracious to sing. Like this. If you sing with me And I sing with you We will make our spirits stronger In all we do If you sing with me And I sing with you We will make our spirits stronger In all we do If you sing with me And I stand with you We'll make our spirits stronger In all we do If you sing with me And I stand with you We will make our spirits stronger Go ahead, it's okay. And I think I have an idea over here that I really want to hear because you were brave to raise your hand. Yes. You love me. Love? Should we use love? That sounds great. Do you want to come sing it with me? No, okay. I don't play with you. I wouldn't either. If you love with me and I love with you We will make our spirit stronger in all we do If you love with me and I love with you We'll love as love shines through Now I know you had a lot of ideas but it is the end so I don't want to go on too long But I have to sing the one that I got from a little boy who was sitting right here this morning when I asked this question He raised his hand right away and I thought, this is a pretty new song for me. I hadn't really done it. I thought it was a pretty good one. So we're going to put it in here. What he said was he raised his hand and he said, snuggle. I was like, yeah. Yeah, we're going to put in snuggle. So we're going to snuggle and if you're on somebody's lap you can snuggle up or if you're not, it's okay. This is a very accepting church. You can snuggle the person next to you. So try with me. If you snuggle with me and I snuggle with you We will make our spirit stronger in all we do If you snuggle with me and I snuggle with you We will snuggle as love shines through And then the last verse I like to add here is it starts out stand with you But I realized that in these times, in particular these times, sometimes we have to stand for someone Someone who may not be able to stand for themselves Or we may need someone to stand for us using all the power and privilege that we have So for this last verse, if you wouldn't mind singing If you stand for me If you stand for me and I stand for you We will make our spirit stronger in all we do If you stand for me and I stand for you We'll stand as love shines through We will stand as love shines through Everybody, gonna hold everybody up Gonna hold everybody Gonna hold everybody up Hold everybody up, up, up Hold everybody up, up, up Hold everybody up, up, up Hold everybody up, let's try it like this We're gonna hold everybody Gonna hold everybody up Gonna hold everybody  sympathetic sake  an E E � E M Hold everybody up, up, up, hold everybody up We'll sing it one more time, one more time With a little more power, one more time, little more time Cause we come to the end of the hour I don't know that you'll be singing much later on today So don't hold back your voices cause we got a lot to say We're gonna hold everybody Gonna hold everybody up Gonna hold everybody Gonna hold everybody up Hold everybody up, up, up, hold everybody up, up, up Hold everybody up, up, up, hold everybody up