Who The Hell Stole Christmas? Poem by Shirley Harrison

Anyone who's anyone

in Whoville, will tell you,

Who indeed, doesn't live in whoville?

He has a terrible grin upon his chin

He lives on a mountain in a cave, so grim



He always finds ways

To make all children sad

With his mindless thoughts,

He's just bad, bad, bad



T'was the night before Christmas

And the whole town was quiet

Until, the Grinch arrived

Causing a riot



Stealing the presents

From everyone's homes

Even from gardens, he took all the Gnomes



That terrible Grinch

Took every last present

From the lanes

The toyshops

And all of the crescents



No one could stop him

He's very clever, you know

He sneaks into homes

Boots filled with snow



Rummaging round

Taking cookies, left for Prancer

The milk that's been waiting

For Rudolf and Dancer



Heeeeeee Heeee he hee he he …

Was all, the poor children could hear

From under their covers

Shivering in fear



Hoping for miracles

That soon he's far away

Hoping, that Santa will soon save the day



T'was the night before Christmas

And everyone cheers

When Santa arrives

With all nine reindeer



That horrible Grinch went off on his own

Echoes are heard, of his far away groans

He eats Christmas Turkey

And Pumpkin Pie



He's thankful for misery

And his house way up high.