A Grinchy Christmas: The return of the Grinch.

The Grinch realizes why he hates Christmas again.

Oh, great it’s Christmas again.
I admit last year wasn’t such a pain.
The gingerbread wasn’t so bad
And the songs didn’t make me so mad.

There was the little girl and her contagious smile,
The hugs and presents,
Snow men that looked more like piles,
And all the happy peasants.

But…
What exactly was wrong with me?

It was like I was possessed by a jolly spirit.
Who the heck screams Merry Christmas at midnight?
I was too focused on the eggnog to notice I needed an earplug.
Then again, I was going to let it slide with a shrug.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad,
I could overlook the disgusting decorations in the yard
And the songs... that horrific choice of music!
The cheesiness and over repetition made me too sick.

And did I talk about the fireworks?
The colorful explosions that gave me a lifetime shock.
Ironically everyone was happy and screamed ho-ho-ho,
While I screamed in ho-ho-horror.

Sigh

I’ll just take a walk…
And wipe the memories like it’s written with chalk…

Then came the round bellied kids,
Tugging my hands and their jumps and kicks,
Asking to PLAY with me
And their sugar filled brains thought I’d actually agree.

My blood boiled as their laughter increased.
While they danced with happiness and ease,
My heart shrunk in disgust and anger
And I knew my patience wouldn’t last longer.

This has to stop!
It was time to make balloons pop.

My Max and I walked home later on
With a huge carriage where their Christmas laid upon.
Once again, I stole their joy
Down to the tiniest toy.

I guess solitude was much better
Than the so-called love that made me shudder.
I would’ve loved to see their faces,
When their precious Christmas tree went ablaze

In 3, 2, 1
Merry Christmas.

~Korisa.