The following piece is fictional and does not represent my actual feelings of the Christmas period.
“The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, 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, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small. ” ~ Dr Seuss
Seuss had the right idea when he was writing How the Grinch Stole Christmas! I hate this time of year too. People with flushed cheeks – go home! People with grinning faces – stop smiling! You with the scarf – you look stupid!
Why do shops insist on stocking their shelves full of sparkling and glittery objects as early as October? I don’t want the strange smell of tinsel in my nostrils and I certainly don’t want the muffled recording of “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” from a erratically dancing 12 inch Santa ornament assaulting my ears in December, let alone November.
I walk home and I see one, two, five, ten houses all lit up in garish colours, shouting their merriment and excitement for the other residents to hear. I feel the temperature dropping and my breath billowing out as I exhale in the shock of the cold. I see aisles of boxes of chocolate adorned with reindeer, snowmen and elves. I see people struggling around town and on the buses with bulging bags of gifts and wrapping paper.
I feel my inner Grinch stirring. Do I have a heart two sizes too small?
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