Hello hello! I hope you've had a stellar Christmas and have begun recovering from turkey/ham/roast beast coma in time to look forward to the new year. I had a wonderful Christmas and am still finding myself reflecting on the season.
I love Christmas. Always have, always will. So how did I find myself commiserating with The Grinch do you ask? Well, one of my Christmas traditions is to squeeze as many Christmas movies as possible into the month of December. This year, the list included A Muppets Christmas Carol, Nativity!, The Nativity Story (a favorite of mine), Home Alone I and II, and A Charlie Brown Christmas. On Christmas Eve, with little time left, I caught the latter half of The Grinch who Stole Christmas while dropping by to visit my friends Nick and Bekah. I remember owning a the book when I was very young--probably no more than two like Cindy-Lou Who--that my Dad would read to me.
Yes...but how do you relate to The Grinch? Ok, ok sheesh, I'll get to the point. There is a line in the story that I've heard many a time but this year it it hit me; struck me through and through as only a poignant statement can do! Ok sorry, I just couldn't resist getting into the Dr. Seuss spirit...
"And what happened then...? Well...in Who-ville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day!
And this year, I knew exactly how the Grinch felt...
It was a very merry Christmas for Rhys and I; our Christmas present came early this year.