12/11/2025
I’m the Grinch, green as a pickle, it’s true,
with a sneer that could freeze every drop of Who-glue.
But today on my couch, what’s this ruckus I see?
Three Methodist hooligans running towards me!
There’s Chanel🐾 with the ears made of velvet whoa-whoa,
Lady🐞, a little bandit who’s stealing the show,
and Fresca🌸, cotton-candy tornado of fluff, who zoomed in, barked “MOVE!” and called my bluff.
I grumped, “I hate tail-wags! I hate drool on my robe and hair over the place!”
Then Chanel flopped her head on my knee with a probe.
Lady licked my left ear with a ladybug smack,
Fresca sneezed on my heart—KER-CHOO!—crack goes the crack!
My tiny black heart did a loop-dee-loop spin,
grew three sizes at once and then grew one again.
Now Chanel’s snoring soft, Lady’s hogging the blanket,
Fresca’s dreaming of treats (you can hear her tongue smacking).
So here’s me, Mr. Grinch, with these three little stinkers,
went straight to my heart.
They broke in, they conquered, they turned grump into glee,
Chanel🐾, Lady🐞, Fresca🌸, you rescued old me, Merry Christmas to Whos, to the tall and the small,
but the merriest goes to these pups who stole it all!
🎄💚🐾
#❤️ #🩺 #🐾 #🐕🦺 #❤️
