How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966)

When I was a little girl, and later on not such a little girl (like now), I couldn't wait until the Grinch was shown on TV. Just like The Wizard of Oz, this is one of those films you waited all year long to watch with your family. Though it is only 26 minutes long, it taught me and my brothers so much about Christmas. Our parents always tried to instill in us the true Christmas message. This film shows little girls and boys that it's not about the presents they receive but the ties of love and belonging they share with their loved ones. I think it is a shame that children who don't have cable or satelite can no longer see this on regular TV!

I suppose the fact that I pay a fortune every Christmas for the special edition Grinch Hallmark ornaments goes a bit against the message of the film. Yet, when I start to put on my "special" ornaments I always remember the great Christmas memories I have of watching this film with my family.

Here are the lyrics to the song (hopefully I'm not violating any type of copyright law) we all know and love:

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. Grinch.
You're a bad banana, with a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.

Your heart's an empty hole

Your brain is full of spiders.

You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-halfpole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.

You have termites in your smile.

You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile,Mr. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile.

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. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.

You're the king of sinful sots.

Your heart's a dead tomato splot, with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.

With a nauseous super-naus.

You're a crooked jerky jockey, and you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwichWith arsenic sauce.