How could you not love this song? Seriously, what are you? Some kinda…Grinch? (Ugh. Sorry, gang.) Christmas, nostalgia, and the whole lot aside, this is such a great composition.

The lyrics, written by the good Doctor himself, are different from the average Suessian cadence but still unmistakably him; the music, written by veteran Broadway composer Albert Hague (and Fame and Space Jam star?) are their perfect rhapsodic foil; and the vocal was exquisitely performed by none other than Tony the mother effin’ Tiger. (Whose real name is Thurl. Yup. Thurl. Thurl Ravenscroft. How the hell did I end up with the milquetoast name I did when there are options like Thurl Ravenscroft lying around. Dammit.)