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By Dr. Seuss. Every hoo down in Hooville liked Christmas a lot. But the Grinch, who lived just north of Hooville, did not.
The Grinch hated Christmas a whole Christmas season. Please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be perhaps his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was too size is too small. But whatever the reason is hard or his shoes, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the hoo's, staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown. The warm, lighted windows below in the town.
For he knew every hoo down in Hooville beneath was busy now. Hanging in mistletoe wreath. And they're hanging their stockings each snarl with a sneer. Tomorrow is Christmas, it's practically here.
Then he growled with his Grinch figures nervously drumming. I must find some way to stop Christmas from coming. Or tomorrow he knew. All the hoo's, girls and boys, would wake bright and early.
They'd rush for their toys. And then, oh, the noise, oh, the noise, noise, noise, noise. That's one thing he hated. The noise, noise, noise, noise, noise.
Then the hoo's, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they'd feast, and they'd feast, and they'd feast, feast, feast, feast. They would feast on Hoo pudding and rare Hoo rose beast. Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least.
And then, they'd do something he liked least of all. Every hoo down at Hooville, the tall and the small, would stand close together with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand hand in hand. And the hoo's would start singing.
They'd sing, and they'd sing, oh, and they'd sing, sing, sing, sing. And the more the Grinch thought of the Hoo Christmas sing, the more the Grinch thought, I must stop this whole thing. Why, for 53 years, I've put up with it now. I must stop Christmas from coming.
But how? Then he got an idea, an awful idea. The Grinch got a wonderful, awful idea. I know just what to do.
The Grinch laughed in his throat. And he made a quick Santa Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled and cluck. What a great, Grinchy trick with his coat and his hat.
I'll look just like Saint Nick. All I need is a reindeer. The Grinch looked around. But since reindeer are scarce, there were none to be found.
Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said, if I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead. So he called his dog, Max.
Then he took some red thread, and he tied a big horn on the top of his head. Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks on a ramshackle sleigh, and he hitched up old Max. Then the Grinch said, get up. And the sleigh started down toward the homes where the hooves lay a snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air. And the hooves were all dreaming sweet dreams without care. When he came to the first little house on the square.
This is stop number one, the old Grinchy Claus hissed. And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney, around a tight pinch. But it's not he could do it, then soak with the Grinch.
He got stuck only once for a moment or two. Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue, where the little hooves stockings all hung in a row. These stockings he grinned are the first things to go. Then he slithered and slunked with a smile most unpleasant around the whole room.
And he took every present, pop guns, bicycles, roller skates, drums, checkerboards, tricycles, popcorn, plums. Then he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nibbly, stuffed to all the bags, one by one, up the chimney. Then he slunked to the ice box.
He took the hoof feast. He took the hoof pudding. He took the roast beast. He cleaned out the ice box as quick as a flash by the Grinch, even took the last can of poo hash.
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. And now, grime the Grinch, I will stuff up the tree. And the Grinch grabbed the tree and he started to shove. Then he heard a small sound, like the cool of the dove.
He turned around fast and saw a small coo, little Cindy Liu, who was not more than two. The Grinch had been caught by this tiny hoof daughter who'd got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Grinch and said, Sandy Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree?
Why? But you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick, he thought up a lie. And he thought it up quick. Why, my sweet little tot, the fake Sandy Claus lied.
There's a light on this tree that won't light on one side. So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear. I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here.
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head and he got her a drink. Then he set it to bed. And when Cindy Liu, who went to bed with her cup, he went to the chimney and stuffed the tree pie.
Then the last thing he took was a log for their fire. Then he went up the chimney himself, the old liar. On their walls, he left nothing but hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food that he left in the house was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then he did the same thing to the other whose houses, leaving crumbs much too small for the other whose mouses. It was quarter passed on. All the hooves, still a bed. All the hooves, still a snoozed when he packed up his sled.
Packed it up with their presents, the ribbons, the wrappings, the rags and the tinsel, the trimmings, the trappings. 3,000 feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpett. He rode with his load to the tip top to dump it. Who pooed to the hooves?
He was grinsiously humming. They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming. They're just waking up. I know just what they'll do.
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two. And then the hooves down in Whoville will all cry, boo-hoo. That's a noise, grim the Grinch, that I simply must hear. So he paused, and the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But the sound wasn't sad.
By this sound, it sounded merry. It couldn't be so, but it was merry, very. He stared down at Whoville. The Grinch popped his eyes, and then he shook.
What he saw was a shocking surprise. Every who, down in Whoville, the tall and the small, was singing without any presence at all. He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came.
Somehow or other, it came. Just the same. And the Grinch, with his Grinch feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling. How could it be so?
It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, or bags. And he puzzled three hours till his puzzle was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from his door. Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more. And what happened then?
Well, in Whoville, they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day, and the minute his heart didn't feel quite so tight. He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light, and he brought back the toys and the food for the feast. And he, he himself, the Grinch, carved the roast beast. The end.