Make Me One WHO Loves!

The Grinch HATED Christmas,
the Whole Christmas Season; no one really knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But, I think that the most likely reason of ALL,
May have been that HIS HEART WAS 2 SIZES... 2 SMALL!!!
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I LOVE The Grinch. He mesmerizes me with that crocked smile and those long fingers as they tap his cheek, or pluck stockings from the WHO's unsuspecting mantels. I've watched the show countless times and I know every word; so, no one will sit and watch with me, (even when I try to be quiet, my lips move involuntarily.) The other night I was home alone, so I seized the opportunity to savor yet another year's Grinch-ly ritual. This time it was The WHO's who mesmerized me.

A Poem for Grinch Transformation,
Lord, Turn Us Into WHOs, Enlarge Our Hearts:

One of my favorite things, as winter evenings grow cold,
Is to put on my plaid pj's. . . now worn, torn and old,
(A little tight these days too, if truth, truely, be told;
But, my furry red slippers. . . close toes in ' just right'
and bring icy cold feet downright 'toe-sty' delight!)

Brew some peppermint tea; now turn off every LIGHT,
'Till all you can see is that STAR shining... BRIGHT
Perched precariously there, a-top of my TREE ...
Then I tiptoe on over, and brimming with GLEE,
I insert that most favorite, of all DVDs
and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas comes on my TV!

I love that Green Grouch and his little Mutt Max
I love Cindy Loo’s face, as her presents he sacks
I love when he grabs that last crumb, (too small for a mouse)
I love when he slithers: slink, slank, slunk through the house.

But, what I look forward to most is the part
Where The Grinch hears The WHO’s singing…
and this OPENS HIS HEART,
Every year, without fail, it moves me to see,
his coronary expansion, (not just 1 size...but 3!)
As WHO’s sing & sway… despite AD-VERS-ITY !!!

Their roast beast has been stolen, no more gifts or decore
No wreaths are attached to a single WHO door,
But those wonder-filled WHO'S, they not only endure,
they lift glad voices to God for their treasures… galore!

The Who’s are not hypocrites, their Faith was tested ... fer sure!
But they came forth as gold, with clean hands & hearts pure.
No whining or complaining; No blaming, nor keeping of score,
They know the sacred secret: J-O-Y can’t be bought in a store.

The Joy’s tucked inside, Priceless Pearl... found.. then hidden away,
Joy springs from big hearts, filled with JESUS, on Christmas Day!