And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled ’till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more. ― Dr. Seuss
There’s the Grinch, on top of his mountain of ice and snow, looking down on Whoville on Christmas morning. He’d spent the night “stealing” Christmas from the little Whovillians and was waiting to hear the cries of dismay and see the tears flow from the eyes of the little ones on seeing their Christmas stolen of everything that made it Christmas… and yet what he sees, what he hears, totally baffles him and changes his life. Instead of cries of dismay and anger, he hears singing, and he sees dancing.
Christmas was made for children. For the innocent. How dare Business interests steal it, then turn around and sell it back to the parents so they can buy bits and pieces of it to give back to their wondering children? And how dare a sick world deny Christmas to the poor children and load up the rich kids with “stuff” they don’t even want, certainly don’t need? What happened to people that they simply slid into this fake Christmas, accepting the expensive hand-outs of Church, State and Banksterism without questioning the values, the examples involved? At least the Grinch returned the baubles of Christmas to the little Whovillians… are man’s churches, politicians, “charitable” organizations and the military industrial complex going to return it to man’s children and forfeit the profits they make from it? Good luck with that! People, however, can boycott that old Grinch world and celebrate joy, peace, acceptance, well you know, all those things that make someone human.