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 heart full of dread, As the Whos down in Whoville prepared for the spread.
Each year, Christmas came with a grand, noisy cheer, But the Grinch felt no joy, only sadness and fear. For while the Whos gathered with hearts warm and bright, The Grinch felt the weight of the long, winter night.
"Why do they cheer with such festive delight? Don't they see I feel heavy every day and each night?" He grumbled and muttered, his heart feeling tight, As he watched the Whos celebrate from morning to night.
The homes were all filled with laughter and song, But the Grinch's own echoes felt empty and long. He remembered the times he had tried to feel glad, Only to find that the season made him feel sad.
He watched as the Whos, in their festive embrace, Found joy in the season, a loving space. But the Grinch's own heart, heavy with sorrow, Faced each day with dread for tomorrow.
The Grinch's heart ached as he sat in his lair, Watching the joy spread everywhere. And so, from that perch, he continued to see, A holiday lost in his own melancholy.