Christmas is a special time.
It’s an opportunity to slow down (actually speed up) and spend time with friends and family.
The holidays mean carols, lights, church, Santa Claus, and snow (and don’t forget holiday sales… items slashed 20%… until the day after Christmas when prices will be slashed 99%).
But to me, Christmas means something else.
The Grinch.
That guy scared the bejeebies out of me when I was a kid.
And I’m not to proud to admit he still does.
I never make it through a Christmas season without seeing that thing in my dreams (nightmares).
To this day I find this male humanoid creature with bright green fur, scrawny limbs, a round midsection, and a foul grimace CREEPY (the previous sentence brought to you by Wikipedia… expect for the word creepy… I added that).
It’s possible I am the only person who was scarred by this “cartoon”.
But I doubt it.
Merry Christmas everybody!
Except to you Mr. Grinch. You are a mean one.
If he wasn’t scary enough, he was also mean to his dog Max… so Buddy the Dog also hates him.
Phil Gaton"
David Wehmeyer
on Dec 24th, 2010
@ 1:31 pm:
Despite some obvious hygiene issues, the Grinch never scared me because I always knew the ending of the story and that his heart grew bigger. Now those flying monkeys in the Wizard of Oz?….that’s a different story!
Merry Christmas everyone:)