We watched it again last night. First time I really heard that Mr. Grinch had been putting up with the Whoville's Christmases for 53 years! My heart sank. I like to think that adults that old had good memories of Christmas. Back before all the public slanders began.
Mr. Grinch as Mr. Claus was hilarious, due to the ungiving of Christmas for the good people of Whoville. He really could have traumatized Miss Cindy Lou Who instead of just speaking smoothly and sending her back to bed with her cup.
Well, no more speculation that Mr. Grinch could have simply moved to some other sullen mountaintop far away from Whoville. That portal of opportunity was obviously no longer a viable factor.
Not to mention the gloating hours it took him to remove everything and pile it, putting it mildly, high upon that sled.
If poor little Max really could pull that monstrosity, the sled, that is, through deep snow, he surely had the strength to have escaped his grimly green master years ago.
What it comes down to it this: I have had to wear tight shoes, with swollen feet and ankles no less. And I never begrudged the Merry Christmases of others.
The only explanation must be that Mr. Grinch had a tiny heart/read goodness.
He did not hate Christmas, he hated joy that he did not share. Like most meanies, he never realized that he had chosen not to share the joy, so he blamed his resentment on Whoville. He could, he thought, be very happy if he could hear them not having any.
But when he heard their Welcome, Wahoo Christmas Morning Song, he finally got the message. Suddenly, he no longer wanted to keep all the rest of Christmas from them. Mr. Grinch wanted to give happiness, with what he had, a sled preposterously piled high with Christmas.
And there he goes, Max finally getting the ride he had wanted all along, with some kind of Who Tooter, sounding the call of the heart.
He flung out all the decorations, presents, and trees. He even carved the feast beast and Cindy Lou Who, who was only two, served Max with her own tiny pointed fingers.
Moral: Believe in Santa and Christmas, or lose out on the feasting.