The Grinch Who Delivered Christmas

 The Grinch Who Delivered Christmas


He thought and he thought,

Oh what the luck!

Here I am delivering gifts to the Who's

In my Whoville Postal Truck!


Travelling to Whoville in his antiquated vehicle.

Grumbling to himself as he rode.

Stopping at each house,

Carefully scanning each code.


Delivering boxes and packages,

From Europe and China,

From far South America, 

And even North Carolina.


Some boxes have the wrong street,

Some are missing the apartment. 

Those gifts have to go back,

To the lost Who Department.


Sent from Whomazon and Who-Bay

Boxes of all shapes and sizes.

No doubt filled with Whocakes

And glittery prizes.


But now the Grinch had to rush.

The light of day was fading fast.

He still had a pile of parcels

He wondered which would be delivered last.


Frantic messages were being sent

To both his scanner and his phone.

There was no help to be sent.

The Grinch had to go it alone.


On through the night,

The Grinch had to race.

The Whos were already drinking Who-rum

And even offered him a taste!


Dodging lawn Santas and loose dogs.

He had to pick up the pace.

Despite his delivery zeal you could see

The fatigue etched upon his face.


The night became dark and cold

Despite the celebrations, he was alone

The children trumpeted their who-horns.

He was even attacked by a new who-drone.


After the wild trek back

He was the last one in for the night.

At home he looked at his paycheck.

All of those zeros were quite a delight.




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