Tiny Whosvilles fall from the sky

The grinch  is nowhere to be seen

And we all know why.

His heart had grown three times last year

Loving all the who's far and near

They sing and rejoice for the season is here.


The lights go up and the trees go in house

Right down to the tiniest of the tiny mouse.

The food is cooking and the fire ablazing

All set up for winter gazing.

Among the who's celebrating is the grinch, all smiles and joy.

Playing all day with the girls and the boys.

Snowballs fly, fly through the sky 

reaching their destination with a spat that was not dry.

The day starts to dim and the stars are out

The snow is still falling to a wonderful stout.

They tuck into bed all snuggly tight

And wait and wait for the morning light.


Yvonne Rose 2021




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