T'was the Night Before Christmas: The Unsolved Cases

[00:00:03] Twas the Night Before Christmas, when all through the land, dark mysteries lingered ungrasped by the hand.

[00:00:11] The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, yet echoes of justice hung heavy in air.

[00:00:17] The children lay dreaming, their hearts pure and light, unaware of the stories that haunt silent nights.

[00:00:25] For shadows of questions unanswered and cold heap whispers of victims whose truths remain untold.

[00:00:33] First, Jean Benet Ramsey, a child full of grace, her life stolen away in a cruel secret place.

[00:00:41] The house that was filled with holiday cheer now holds only sorrow year after year.

[00:00:47] Her case stands unsolved, a cry in the void, for justice to rise and the silence destroyed.

[00:00:54] When Zodiac's reigned with his cryptic cruel game, the Bay Area trembled but none knew his name.

[00:01:00] His letters and ciphers still taunt to this day, a puzzle unbroken, his crimes on display.

[00:01:09] His victims deserve their stories retold, and a truth to emerge from his messages cold.

[00:01:15] The Black Dahlia Elizabeth Short's haunting tale, a starry-eyed dreamer whose life was derailed.

[00:01:22] Her smile was bright, but her fate was grim.

[00:01:26] Her murder remains shrouded in darkness and sin.

[00:01:30] LA's whispers cry out for her peace, that one day the hunt for her killer will cease.

[00:01:35] On a Texas highway, the Walker County Jane Doe, a nameless young girl with a story unknown.

[00:01:43] For decades she waited, her name still unsaid.

[00:01:46] A life left forgotten, a soul left for dead.

[00:01:50] Her voice cries for answers, her tale to be told.

[00:01:54] A name to her face, her story made whole.

[00:01:57] And in the Midwest, the boy called America's unknown.

[00:02:01] A child in a box, left silent and alone.

[00:02:05] His innocence stolen, his name wiped away.

[00:02:09] Yet hope still endures that his truth will see day.

[00:02:12] For he is a symbol of justice delayed, a promise that answers must never be swayed.

[00:02:18] From Maura Murray who vanished from sight, to the Long Island victims left deep in the night.

[00:02:24] These stories are puzzles, their endings unclear.

[00:02:28] Yet we hold on to hope as the answers draw near.

[00:02:31] The echoes of these crimes, unresolved and raw, demand that we strive for the truth we still draw.

[00:02:38] For justice is owed to each soul torn away, a light in the darkness, a dawn to their day.

[00:02:45] So as you lie dreaming on this Christmas Eve,

[00:02:49] Know these lost voices and choose to believe,

[00:02:52] That someday the answers will come into view,

[00:02:55] And justice will shine for the old and the new.

[00:02:59] Merry Christmas to all and to all a clear sight.

[00:03:03] Let truth be our guide through this shadowed night.