"Tomorrow is Christmas, Uncle. Come dine with us!"
"And they're hanging their stockings!" Scrooge snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Scrooge fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to keep Christmas from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the London girls and boys,
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Londoners, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they'd feast! And they'd feast! And they'd FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on London-pudding, and rare London-roast beast.
Which was something Scrooge couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every Londoner down in London, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the Londoners would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more Scrooge thought of this London Christmas-Sing,
The more Scrooge thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for fifty-three years I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
EBENEZER SCROOGE GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"Really, Uncle, you just can't sit there grinning to yourself. After me there's two chaps from a charity and your underpaid clerk waiting to talk to you. Also, you're looking a little green."
Whoville, circa 1957
Max and Cindy Lou gave each other a shrug.
"Why can't the Grinch come up with a rhyme for humbug?"
Beautiful Downtown Burbank, circa 1968
"God bless Us, Every one!"