The GrinchRae Of Christmas 

All the Facebookers in Facebookville were busy with plans and with reasons

While the Grinchrae hated the whole bloody season

We all know the reason

It must be that her head isn’t feeling all right

It must be, she cries all through the night

But it’s believed the most likely reason of all

Is that her large heart has shrunk 3 sizes too small

With all of these reasons, it isn’t clear when grief will be through

She is sitting here at Christmas time, feeling blue

Thinking about all the changes with a smirk and a frown

Not wanting to participate in Christmas all around

For she knew the whole world, or most of it, would

Be busy with Christmas time, as most think we should

I’m not happy or jolly she thought with a sneer

And it is so close to Christmas it’s practically here

Then she growled with all the thoughts she was thinking

Just let me be and feel what I am feeling

Soon, my granddaughters will no longer be small

So on Christmas Day, I must tolerate it all

How I hate the holiday noise, noise, noise

Noise! Noise! Noise!

When my shrunken heart is still bleeding inside

Noise! Noise! Noise!

And then we will sit and have our feast

Though our hearts feel as leadened as our feet

Who wants to feast feast feast?

It will stick in our throats as we try to eat the darn stuff

We cannot ignore that you are not among us

It is the worst of what the Grinchrae can’t stand

The loss of looking forward to you in all of our plans

Still, all Facebookville whos go on with their plans

It is not their fault that they cannot understand

So they’ll all be merry, and that is the way

The Grinchrae cannot change that in any way

People must be free to

Sing! Sing! Sing!

and Sing! Sing! Sing!

And the more Grinchrae thought of this whole irrational now

The more miserable she felt for not following the crowd

It’s only been 6 months, she did howl

People want me to be happy, but how?

Then the Grinchrae got an idea, an idiotic idea

The Grinchrae got an awfully idiotic idea

I’ll just retreat, and I will never come out! The Grinchrae did pout!

I’ll stay locked in my bedroom, and I will never come out!

And she brooded and brooded until her head ached

And she looked just like a fright, and nothing was right

As she made herself scarce, her old face wore a frown

Barrricading herself, never going into the town

The Grinchrae started to sniffle and then blew her nose

This was no way to live, we must try even when we do not know how

So she left the house with her purse in her fist

And got a gift for each one on her list

And when the day came, and it was now time to eat

The Grinchrae herself took the first seat.

(This is something I wrote this year-It was the first Christmas without my husband.)