Waking up to the Grinch
I woke up in the middle of the night
Hoping Santa Claus might be in sight
I know my parents thought I was in bed so tight
But I heard a thump and I saw a light
Crept down to the living room where things were bright
A hairy green thing was halfway in my vision, my sight
I screamed when I saw that it was the Grinch, a blight
He laughed his head off and gave me a cookie that night
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