i hate you, grinch!
The first time I saw that monstrosity of a thing, it was with my friend when I was 3. My friend had Grinch shirt on, so whenever I look at her, I cringed, or screamed and cried at the most. I HATED him. The song played, in the play, and I screamed, kicked, and cried. I really, really... wanted OUT! I just searched up, also cried. The Grinch should really, just, die! Christmas is coming, and this time I dread, but love, also, a lot. I go looking at Christmas lights with friends and family, but we went down my BFF's road, and saw the Grinch. "Hey, look who's coming to get you," Says my dad. I turn and look, not aware, to see HIM. HIM! THE MONSTROSITY, WHEN YOU SPEAK OF HIM, HE IS THERE! I screamed and wailed, and cried the whole way home. This was just a few days ago. So, makers of the Grinch who stole Christmas, KILL HIM!KILL HIM! KILL HIM!KILL HIM!KILL HIM!KILL HIM!KILL HIM!KILL HIM!