 Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the who's feast, he took the who pudding, he took the roast beast. He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash, why that old grinch even took their last can of who hash can. Yes I did say can. Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee and now grind the grinch. I will stuff up the tree and the grinch grabbed the tree and he started to shove when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dog. He turned around fast and he saw a small little Cindy who was not more than the grinch had been caught by this tiny who daughter who got up out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the grinch and she said, Santa Claus, our Christmas tree, 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 Santa 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. Now fix it up there and I'll bring it back here and his fib food child. Then he patted her head and he got her a drink and he sent her to bed and when Cindy went to bed with her cup he went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up. Then the last thing he took was the log for their fire. Then he went up the chimney himself the old liar. On their walls he'd left nothing but hooks and some wire and the one speck of food that he left in the house was a crumb that was too small. Even then he did the same thing to the other who's houses leaving crumbs much too small for other who's mouses. It was quarter past dawn all the who's still a bed all the who's still a snooze. When he packed up his sled packed it up with their presents the ribbons the trappings the tags the tensile the trimmings the trappings three thousand feet up up the side of Mount Crumpet. He rode with his load to the tip top to dump it. Poo-poo to the who's he was grinchously 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 for a moment or two. Then the who's down in Whoville will all cry. Boo-hoo! Because he took all their Christmas presents. That's a noise grinned the grinch that I simply must hear. So he paused in the grinch put his hand to his ear. Hear a sound over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. Wasn't sad. What the sound sounded? Mary. Very. Be so. But it was Mary. Very. He stared down at Whoville. The grinch popped his eyes. Then he shook. What he saw was a shocking surprise. Every down in Whoville the tall and the small was singing without any presence at all. He he he hadn't stopped Christmas from coming. It came. Somehow or other it came. Just the same with his grinch feet. Ice cold in the snow. Stood puzzling and puzzling. How how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes, bags. And he puzzled. Three till his puzzler was sore. Then the grinch thought of something he hadn't before. Maybe Christmas he thought doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more. And when that happened and when that happened. 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 carved the roast beast. Merry Christmas. Roast beef. Right. Why don't we have some cookies? Your brain is full of spiders. You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch. I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole. You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.