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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