Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot...
But the Grinch who lived north of Whoville did not!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas Season! Now please don’t ask why,
But I think I may know the reason.
It could be his migraine head wasn’t screwed on right
And the pressure was often too tight!
But I think the most likely reason to tell
May have been that he could not withstand 'that Christmas SMELL'!!
Whatever the reason, his head or his nose,
He stood there on Christmas Eve
Feeling all the Christmas woes.
Staring down from his cave with a sour Grinchy frown
He wished with his might he could feel welcomed in their town.
...the Grinch came up with an idea to smell Christmas without getting sick...
Maybe he would steal fun presents
That noticeably reeked of wretched scents.
With all the Whos tucked in their beds,
Mr.Grinch and his sensitive nose
Hopped onto his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel!
He felt no gift should be smelly or too noisy or too bright
Because he wanted to enjoy Christmas without a migraine that night.
He rode with his load to the tip top to dump it!
“Pooh-pooh” to the Whos he was humming
Because there would be no toys for loud drumming!
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
Then I will hear crying and all the Boo Hoos!”
“That’s a noise i simply must hear”
So he paused, and the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow
It started in low and then it started to grow.
There was no crying or shouting or stomping of feet
No, the sounds were joyful and gleefully sweet!
The Whos were happy without any presents at all
Because Christmas was coming once and for all!
The Grinch hadn’t stopped Christmas from coming! It came!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
It came without ribbons! It came without tags!
It came without packages, boxes, or bags!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!”
The Grinch’s heart softened and his migraine head became less tight
As he took his Aimovig shot and settled down for the night.
The Whos invited Mr Grinch because they knew he struggled a lot
And therefore needed their friendship filled with support on the spot.
They all then gathered ‘round the supper table to enjoy a feast,
And they allowed Mr Grinch to carve the organic, preservative-free roast beast!
Adapted from How the Grinch Stole Christmas
By Dr.Seuss
Lisa,
ReplyDeleteThis is ingenious!! Well done, and well said in a fun, yet serious, way :) I thought of you as I entered Trader Joes and the cinnamon pine cones were about choking my senses...that would give anyone a headache. Love this poem....just grinchy great!!
Love you,
Bev xoxo