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I’ve always thought mine would be a better title for the good doctor’s classic because, in the end, Christmas won. Christmas stole the Grinch.
Christmas won by not letting a sourpuss spoil it.
I’ve mentioned before that I live in an ambitious/aggressive town. It’s brutal out there. But I am not going to let any sourpusses spoil my Christmas shopping. I’m going out there armed and ready. I’m going to steal some grinches.
I have in my purse three $5 Starbucks gift cards. Any time I encounter someone who is stressed, crabby or grinchy I am going to whip one out, hand it to him/her and say, “Merry Christmas, you look like you could use a break.”
I did this last year with ten gift cards. I ended up giving out none. Maybe it’s like when you take an umbrella with you, it doesn’t rain. I ended up treating myself to ten coffees. This year I might give any unused cards to Salvation Army bell ringers. They could probably use a hot cup of joe.
Either way I’m ready. So go ahead, grinches, make my day!
Light & life 