That Grinch...the one and only, made a mistake...BIG!
Took a splinter out of a reindeer hoof...looked tasty!
SSSSHHHH! ! ! ! Too late! World came to a halt. Hush.
Hearts melted! All in a Dr. Seuss shock! He was wrong!
So, Christmas Elves(with SWAT backup) took ole Grinch
Back in his cave. Stripped him tiddly BARE. What a sight!
A rustling and a bustling, and a hurry, hurry, hurry!
Green? No, the Red! Wrong size! Cinch him tight!
Tredapiously, peeking out at the standstill world,
Out came...hesitantly, sheepish...our Saint Nick!
Hearts' belief is all powerful...and, all possible...
So, offer the price this Season's Love asks...
Nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem