The Head Hunter Christmas
We have a Christmas tradition in our family as you’re about to see,
We’ve always hung a shrunken head in the boughs of our Christmas tree.
His eyes and mouth have been stitched shut which makes him pretty scary,
This is why he’s called the grouch even though to us he is quite merry.
What was it that brought him to this spot at the center of our shrub?
He’s not the normal décor you would say but our traditions we’ll never snub.
Before my mother had met my father she went for a day at Disneyland,
She decided to purchase a souvenir that was being sold at a stand.
Mom told her roommate that she would buy whichever one that she said,
Her roommate smiled an impish grin and pointed to the shrunken head.
Mom adorned her front door with the head so when my dad first came to call,
He knew he’d found a girl with a sense of humor to match his after all.
When they’d wed the Grouch had earned a place in their Christmas season,
The love of laughter that they shared was represented by this reason.
So by the time that I was born the Grouch had always been hanging there,
To take him from the Christmas tree would make the branches look too bare.
I know that a shrunken head from Disneyland is not for everybody’s taste,
But in our family the Grouch’s head can never be replaced.
So sing your songs of Christmas joy and hold fast to your traditions,
And try to hold fast to your head on your next holiday expedition.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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