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…
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Dr. Seuss
Theodor Seuss Geisel (/ˈsɔɪs/ /ˈɡaɪzəl/; March 2, 1904 – September 24, 1991) was an American writer, political cartoonist, poet, animator, book publisher, and artist best known for authoring children's books under the pen name Dr. Seuss (/suːs/). His work includes several of the most popular children's books of all time, selling over 600 million copies and being translated into more than 20 languages by the time of his death. Geisel adopted his "Dr. Seuss" pen name during his university studies at Dartmouth College and the University of Oxford. He left Oxford in 1927 to begin his career as an illustrator and cartoonist for Vanity Fair, Life, and various other publications. He also worked as an illustrator for advertising campaigns, most notably for Flit and Standard Oil, and as a political cartoonist for the New York newspaper PM. He published his first children's book And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street in 1937. During World War II, he worked in an animation department of the United States Army where he produced several short films, including Design for Death, which later won the 1947 Academy Award for Documentary Feature. After the war, Geisel focused on children's books, writing classics such as If I Ran the Zoo (1950), Horton Hears a Who! (1955), If I Ran the Circus (1956), The Cat in the Hat (1957), How the Grinch Stole Christma
What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas perhaps means a little bit more!
Grinch: Pooh-pooh to the Whos! Narrator: ...he was grinchily humming. Grinch: 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 a minute or two, then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry, 'Boo Hoo.'
Grinch: All I need is a reindeer! Narrator: The Grinch looked around, but since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the Grinch? Ha! The Grinch simply said... Grinch: If I can't find a reindeer, I'll make one instead. Narrator: So he took his dog Max, and he took some black…
Grinch: That's a noise... Narrator: Grinned the Grinch... Grinch: That I simply must hear! Narrator: So he paused—and the Grinch put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low...then it started to grow.
Grinch: Pooh-pooh to the Whos! Narrator: He was grinchily humming. Grinch: They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming. They're just waking up, and I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open a minute or 2, then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry, ‘Boo Hoo!’ That's a noise……
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch / You really are a heel / You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel / Mr Gri-inch! / You're a bad banana with a...greasy black peel.
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch / You have termites in your smile / You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile / Mr. Gri-inch / Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the uh...seasick crocodile.
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch / With a nauseous super-naus / You're a crooked jerky jockey, and you drive a crooked hoss, / Mr. Gri-inch! Your soul is an appalling dump-heap, overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!
Narrator: Whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos. Staring down from his cave with a sour, grinchy frown, at the warm, lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath, was busy now, hanging a holly Who-wreath.…
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch / You're the king of sinful sots / Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots / Mr. Gri-inch! / You're a three-decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch / You're a nasty, wasty skunk / Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk / Mr. Gri-inch / The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: Stink, stank, stunk!
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch / Your heart's an empty hole / Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul / Mr. Gri-inch / I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.