In a town known as Whoville, nestled snug in the snow, Lived a Grinch on Mount Crumpit, where no one would go. He watched from his cave with a frown and despair, As the Whos down in Whoville celebrated without care.
Each year, Christmas came with a grand, noisy cheer, But the Grinch felt no joy, only worry and fear. For while the Whos gathered with lights all aglow, They forgot the impact on the world below.
"Why do they need all these plastic and lights? Don't they see the waste it ignites?" He grumbled and muttered, his heart feeling tight, As he watched the Whos celebrate from morning to night.
The streets were all littered, the trash piling high, Wrapping paper and ribbons, reaching the sky. The Grinch felt a pang, deep down in his core, For the earth was suffering, and they cared no more.
He remembered a time, long before all the waste, When Christmas was simple, without such haste. But now it was different, a festival of excess, The spirit of conservation was lost in the mess.
He watched as the Whos, in their feverish glee, Discarded their rubbish and chopped down more trees. The simple pleasure of a day full of cheer, Was buried beneath environmental fear.
The Grinch's heart ached as he sat in his lair, Watching the pollution spread everywhere. And so, from that perch, he continued to see, A holiday lost in ecological spree.