The eighteenth day before Christmas

Last night, I had rehearsal for the church-Christmas-sing, and since that involves NOISE!, SING!, and FEAST! (excuse my grammar, please), I thought this was appropriate.  In addition, the Grinch has the greatest evil-genius smile ever, so that's worth looking at, I think.

All the Who 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! 

Then the Whos, 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 Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast beast

Which was something the Grinch couldn't stand in the least! 

 

And THEN They'd do something he liked least of all!

Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small,

Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.

They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing! 

They'd sing! And they'd sing!  
And they'd SING! SING! SING! SING! 

And the more the Grinch thought of this Who-Christmas-Sing,

The more the Grinch thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"

"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!"

"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming!  ...But HOW?"

 

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!

THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!