Someone Stole My Christmas by Ellen Miller

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You’re mean and you’re ugly, you stinky old Grinch,
You stole my all my joy ’cause I know I’m not rich.
There are presents to purchase for others (and me)
But without lots of money, I’ve lost all my glee.

You’re mean and you’re ugly, you stinky old Grinch,
You stole all my charity, I’m not giving an inch.
I’m taking that parking place, if it’s the last thing I do
Never mind that poor driver looks seventy-two.

You’re mean and you’re ugly, you stinky old Grinch,
You stole all my patience, now I act like a b…witch.
The traffic, the sales clerks, delayed orders online
None of this adds to my sparkle and shine.

You’re mean and you’re ugly, you stinky old Grinch,
You stole all my time, now I’m in a real pinch.
All these parties, the kids(!), and this fun stuff to be done
I’m exhausted and fussy, I feel under the gun.

You’re mean and you’re ugly, you stinky old Grinch,
But I’m starting to wonder if you’re causing this glitch.
Could it be just my “busy” that’s hijacked the meaning
Of a Christ child, a Savior, sent for our redeeming?

As I ponder the promise, the birth of this child
I lift my eyes up and thank God with a smile.
The gift that I need to make life merry and bright
Was delivered by Mary that first Christmas night.

Mr. Grinch, I now see that you’re not a bad man
For you opened my eyes to those things that I am.
“Chosen and loved and cherished,” you say
Even when I get worked up about Christmas Day.