Well, I don’t know about you but we’ve had a fantastic Christmas. Bar a few short hours of the inevitable arrival of “The Grinch” and by that I don’t mean a person but the mean-spirit of Christmas that always arrives to make you think the whole of the festive season will be ruined. Be it an argument, the Christmas feast going up in smoke, a family feud, whatever it is… it always seems to appear and Christmas hangs in the balance.
This year, when it arrived, I silently sang “The Grinch” in my head over and over and it disappeared after a few hours and the joy came back
Just in case you don’t know the lyrics, here they are:
You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
You’re as charming as an eel.
You’re a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart’s an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You’ve got garlic in your soul.
I wouldn’t touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You’re a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Given the choice between the two of you
I’d take the seasick crocodile.
You’re a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You’re a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:
Stink, stank, stunk!
The rest of Christmas was pure fun, family and joy!