Fa Who For Ays, Da Who Dor Ays

Every year, I make it my goal to not be a Grinch at the holiday season. I think being a Grinch is much worse than being a Scrooge, although that isn’t much better. Ebenezer Scrooge was rather grumpy and un-festive {now a word, thank you very much}, and yes, he began to ruin Christmas for the Cratchit family and for his nephew, but he was reformed before he could really do any damage.

But the Grinch? Man oh man, he actually stole the presents and decorations! Not that it really bothered the Whos much, but still. That’s a much more visible step to ruining Christmas. We don’t really know why he hates Christmas so much, other than that he is just incredibly uncomfortable all the time, due to his too-tight shoes, poorly screwed head, and rather small heart. Which wouldn’t that just make him unpleasant to be around all through the year? Is it like summer comes and suddenly his head doesn’t bother him anymore?

Anyway, I love the song the Whos sing at the end of the movie. It has such a wonderful message:  Welcome Christmas, while we stand heart-to-heart and hand-in-hand. Christmas Day will always be just so long as we have we.

As long as we have each other, Christmas will always be in our hearts.

~Stay Gold!

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