Advent Season is Upon Us...

  Narrator: Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot, but the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville - did not. The Grinch hated Christmas - the whole Christmas season. Now, please don't ask why; no one quite knows the reason. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. Or it could be that his head wasn't screwed on just right. But I think that the most likely reason of all... may have been that his heart was two sizes too small. But, whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood there on Christmas Eve hating the Whos. Staring down from his cave, with a sour grinchy frown, at the warm, lighted windows below in their town. For he knew that every Who down in Whoville beneath was busy now, hanging a holly-who wreath or bough.
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 Grinch:* Pooh-pooh to the Whos!
Narrator: ...he was grinchily humming.
Grinch: They're finding out now that no Christmas is coming! They're just waking up, I know just what they'll do. Their mouths will hang open a minute or two, then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry, "Boo Hoo." 

Narrator:   But this... this sound wasn't sad. Why... this sound sounded glad. Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, was singing, without *any* presents at all!

He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming, it *came*!

Somehow or other... it came just the same...

Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. 

Cheer to all Whos far and near. 

Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp. 

Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have we.

 Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart, and hand in hand.