How The Grinch Stole Christmas Sayings Novels & Stories

"Don't become Scrooge Pants." Genesis tried so hard to hold back her laugh, she choked on her drink. "I heard Genesis is employed directly by you now," Esme continued. "I could be too." "If you are," I said calmly, "then I won't have to pay you." She frowned. "What?" "You already owe me enough." "The Grinch really does steal the joy out of every conversation." She rolled her eyes. Both she and Genesis laughed again. I finally looked back down at the reports. The more I read...

I grinned. “Now that everything is planned,” Grandfather said. “Merry Christmas, everyone! Let’s eat!” “Finally!” I exclaimed, and everyone laughed, except the evil witch who was glaring at me.

" Nothing. It just seems unfair for your own father not to bring over some to his totally adorable kids," " We're way past chrismas presents , don't you think?" She said, with a sincere look on her face." And why are you so obsessed with us not getting gifts when you didn't get any last year as well, huh?" " My Gram-gram got us presents last year!" " You mean those ugly sweaters she knitted for you and Roxie? And passed them off as 'chrismas gifts'?" She coudn't hide that amused smirk on her face as she brought up the inevitable chrismas sweaters.

Grandma’s eyes widened in astonishment, but she still tried to give me an answer. “People love to hate everything, my dear. People like to complain about things they don’t like and they will complain about anything. If something doesn’t go the way they want, they’ll find fault with it. When it comes to Christmas, there’s no exception. People seem to hold this holiday in contempt for various reasons, but the main reason is that something happened in the past. You just can’t hate getting presents, right?” “Right…” I said half-mouthed. It started snowing again, and the flakes danced a chaotic ballet. Some even sat on the windowsill.

And a cacophony of voices echoed, "Merry Christmas!" Settled in the truck Sam leaned her head back and closed her tired eyes. The events of the last few days went around and round in her head until she couldn't think straight. Then she remembered hearing Dillon say to his son, "What's the true meaning of Christmas?" "So," she asked Elliott, "what's the true meaning of Christmas to you, Elliott?"

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

As soon as my uncle, Noel Macy, said that, the rest of the family piled on. “Seriously, do you even get how give-and-take works? You’ve been taking advantage of us for years.” “Gotta hand it to you, Kate. You really know how to work the system. All smiles when your own kid gets gifts, but won’t spend a penny on our kids.” They had clearly been waiting for a chance to belittle her. Their words dripped with sarcasm.

I said, barely able to keep the chuckle out of my voice. "Thank you," she said sarcastically. "You're so kind, Mr. Jervis. The epitome of generosity. People thought Ebenezer Scrooge was giving when he bought that fuckin' goose for the Cricket family on Christmas? That's nothing, nothing, I say!" "Cratchit." "What?" "The Cratchit family. Bob Cratchit and Tiny Tim. Not Cricket." "Nerd," she muttered. "Watch the tone." "What're you gonna do, fire me?" she snapped, turning on her heel so she could go to the back room.

“Is it the tree? We can move the tree.” A third whispered, “Is it the star on top? Did it insult you.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I do not hate Christmas.” A chorus of skeptical murmurs filled the hallway. “You flinch every time we say the word,” someone pointed out. “You hissed at a candy cane,” another said. “You refused to stand near the gingerbread house,” a third added. “You claimed it was staring at you.” “It was staring at me,” I said firmly. “Its frosting eyes followed me.”

“You’re way too handsome to be the Grinch.” I gave a small smile before I nodded in understanding. I liked the fact that she was trying to lighten the mood, to help me deal with my loss. "I may not like Christmas,” I told her next. “But Hayley seems to like it…just like her mother did. And since she wants to celebrate it, I cannot stop her. That would make me the Grinch." I was a little too surprised when Kathleen suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace.