LIFE'S OBSERVATIONS

David Mosdal

Guest Columnist

Dr. Seuss wrote a poem in nineteen fifty-seven. I was just a lad, was I four, maybe seven, when I first heard the story of how the old Grinch stole Christmas from Whoville. It just made me flinch!

I couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true that his plan was so evil. Was that what he'd do? Steal Christmas from Whoville? Toys, presents and feasts? And take it away? What a horrible beast.

The Grinch stuck to his plan and when all were asleep He snuck into Whoville on his stealthy sneak creep. In his fake Santy costume he stole all he could find, He thought that all Who's would be out of their minds.

The worst thing of all that the old Grinch could do was the lie that he told little CindyLou Who That the lights on her tree didn't work. He could fix it. But all he had planned was to simply deep six it.

He took all the Stuff, thinking that he could break the people of Whoville, but what a mistake. His miscalculation, that later he'd learn, Was that people, not Things, are the major concern.

With none of trappings the holidays bring, The people of Whoville simply started to sing their holiday songs, that were honest and true, Generations together, singing songs that they knew.

Well you know the story. You should read it again. And tell your grandchildren and all of your friends. How the Grinch stole and lied, but try as he could, he couldn't own Christmas or overcome good.

This Dr. Seuss story ends where we should start. Remember the Grinch? How he grew a heart? We all have it in us, to treat others right. Every day is a new chance. Likewise every night.

Merry Christmas goes here, Happy Hanukkah there and other Glad Tidings we certainly share With all of our neighbors, wherever they're found, Peace CAN grow between us, when we find common ground.