Dear Mr Grinch.
I once used to question your hatred for Christmas, but now I know that the whole holiday is vicious. What’s so fascinating about the Christmas lights and candy canes? All I can look forward to is the mind-numbing sales. Why should I pretend to care about everyone around me for the sake of one day? All this holly and the need to be jolly for the man in the sleigh.
I don’t want a white Christmas; in fact, I don’t want Christmas at all, but man I want a winter break. Why couldn’t we just have had two falls? Their lights are twinkling like the stars and I want someone to hit me with a car. The soundtrack to my nightmares is the carollers singing and there’s not a bit of joy they are bringing. All I want is to go through the season without the fear of this holiday cheer, and if that is not a good enough reason, then I’m done.
I can see all these presents wrapped up only to be thrown away, what is that shiny wrapper supposed to portray? The lies they spew, or is it just an apology for being rude? All a gift really means is that you stood in a queue, but now with online shopping they didn’t even do that for you. Why does everything reek of ginger and mint? Is there really a winner in this hellish winter?
I never thought you were mean, maybe just a little too green, then again you had Max and I only have letters to fax. If your heart grew three sizes that day, don’t I deserve something more than a gift card to the café? On this holiday of red and white why am I so full of spite?
I do get why you fell for the lights, sometimes they do shine just right. The aroma of hot cocoa in the morning is sometimes just so heart-warming, but it’s just so difficult to be jolly during this season of holly because I’m just so lonely. If Cindy Lou Who took a chance on you, will there be someone for me? Is there a guarantee?
I don’t need to be in the Christmas spirit because there’s not much to it. Do those gifts fill the holes in our hearts? Can those wrappers shine as bright as the stars? Why do they expect me to be jolly through this season of holly? They call me a Grinch because I can’t care about this time, but are my feelings really a crime? Do I really need to be happy when everything around me is just so crappy?
I don’t want a white Christmas, in fact, I don’t want a Christmas at all, may it be red, green or any colour at all, because right now I’m feeling a little blue which I guess is nothing new. It’s not like I don’t try, it’s beside my Christmas tree I cry. With all this peppermint and holly, I can’t find a reason to be jolly. Are my lights not bright enough or is it my smile? Is my cocoa not sweet enough or is it my voice? Maybe I don’t deserve to be a part of this winter wonderland, this snow globe which we live in because I simply can’t win, win the heart of this hellish winter, where there simply is no winner.