The grinch, grinched the grinchest grumbles.
Gazing down at the who's, from mount crumpit.
Every who in whoville loved christmas.
Twas their favorite season.
The grinch hated it for absolutely no reason.
He watched every who lighting up their trees.
They sung and hung up stockings.
For you see it was Christmas eve.
The grinch sneered a grimace from ear to ear.
Tomorrow is Christmas it's nearly here.
"Fah who foraze! Dah who doraze!"
"welcome Christmas, come this way" he could hear them singing loudly with who cheer.
SING! SING! SING! their voices ring throughout their tiny town.
The grinch found only hate in his shriveled up heart.
Started to think up an evilly grand plan.
When every who was in bed tucked in tight, he would slip into their house's in the dead of night.
He knew they would wake up to toys.
All he would hear was jubilation and NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
He waited until every light was out, he shouted to max his dog to connect to his sleigh.
Off he rushed to steal Christmas, the who's most beloved day.
He slithered and slunk grinning a disturbing smile.
All the while stuffing toys and trees, who's it's and what's it's into his sack.
Every last strand of popcorn and sugar plums that could be found.
Leaving not one single crumb on the ground.
The who hash and roast beast for the who feast his last thing to snatch.
The presents and ribbons, tags and trimmings all shoved up the chimney.
He packed his slay, three thousand feet UP! Up! Up! to mount crumpit he climbed.
The who's all still snoozed as he road home to dump it.
"Boo-hoo" he said grinchishly humming joyful Christmas wouldnt be coming.
The grinch stopped to listen he heard a sound.
It started out low, then continued to GROW! GROW! GROW!
The grinch hadn't stopped Christmas it came all the same.
It came without presents, candy, and toys.
The grinch realized that Christmas didn't mean trinkets from a store.
The grinch realized it meant so much more.
His heart began to feel tight growing three sizes that day.
He rushed to his sleigh right down mount crumpit by the morning light.
He brought back the toys, trinkets, and trees.
Merry Christmas, he called out smiling with ease.
The grinch himself stayed for the who feast.
Returned and carved the roast beast.
The grinch stood with the who's hand in hand.
singing loudly he found Christmas wasn't so bad, it was rather GRAND!
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