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down in Whomville
liked Christmas a lot…
But the Grunch,
Who lived just south of Whomville,
“Christmas will come soon!”
snarled the Grunch with a scowl.
“I MUST stop Christmas from coming!
Then he got an idea!
A clever idea!
got a cleverly awful idea!
“I know just what to do!” The Grunch laughed in his throat.
“Those whoms are so lazy!” he started to gloat.
“I’ll give them a shortcut they just won’t resist-
why spell out ‘Christ’ when just ‘X’ does the trick!”
And before you could know he had even began
Xmas replaced Christmas all over the land.
“The phrase is now void of all meaning, you see!”
the Grunch blurted out to himself , filled with glee.
“And I am not done yet, nor even half-done!
The Whoms will kill Christmas! Now on with the fun!
“We can’t offend others who do not believe.
Let’s make it about what we want to receive.
A silly old fart in a fuzzy red suit
will grant us all Happy Holidays, deliver our loot.”
So lost were the symbols of any True Meaning
Lost to greedy commercialist crassness demeaning.
Cash registers’ ringing supplants Charity bell.
We Whoms have killed Christmas. We’re destined for Hell.
"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do."
- Ralph 'Where's Waldo' Emerson
"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like. And I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
- Bilbo Baggins