“Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!”
No we’re not talking about Barney Frank or Harry Reid or other such political figures (not that it doesn’t apply)…we’re talking about the Grinch. The Grinch when it was simple and to the point and not desecrated by Jim Carey and Ron Howard’s narcissistic need to improve upon perfection.
We all know the story. It’s a simple one with simples truths.
The truth that there are those people who are so offended by other people being happy that they for some reason feel the need to attack that which doesn’t hurt them but makes the other person happy…you know like the people who get offended when you say Merry Christmas.
And the truth that there is more to Christmas than presents, decorations and food (even though we may sometimes forget it). For,
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And finally that Christmas has the amazing ability to bring out the best in even the worst of us is if we just let it. It can grow a heart two sizes to small a whole three sizes.