How the Grinch Stole Christmas Poem | Sing-a-Long

////How the Grinch Stole Christmas Poem | Sing-a-Long

How the Grinch Stole Christmas Poem | Sing-a-Long

How the Grinch Stole Christmas poem has become an enjoyable classic read to girls and boys by parents and grandparents. Put on your Grinch pajamas and sit close while you share this Christmas Dr. Seuss poem and discover how the Grinch stole Christmas…

And when you are done, do a sing-a-long with the Mr. Grinch, You’re a Mean One music video at the end of the How the Grinch Stole Christmas poem. You might also enjoy Dr. Seuss’ Welcome Christmas.

welcome christmas lyrics by dr. seussHappy Birthday, Mr. Grinch!

This year, 2016 is The Grinch’s 50th birthday! Visit his birthday page at Seussville…have some fun, play the game, send an e-card, find how you can meet The Grinch, grow your heart, and try to win 4 tickets to see How The Grinch Stole Christmas, the Musical, on Broadway.

Friday, Nov. 25, NBC with be showing Dr. Seuss’ How The Grinch Stole Christmas – don’t miss it!

How The Grinch Stole Christmas Poem

Every Who Down in Whoville Liked Christmas a lot…
But the Grinch, Who lived just north of Whoville, Did NOT!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes,
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath,
Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
“And they’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a sneer,
“Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”
Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
“I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!”
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Who girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They’d rush for their toys!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
Noise! Noise! Noise!
That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they’d FEAST!
FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast beast.
Which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least!
And THEN They’d do something He liked least of all!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
They’d stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing!
They’d sing! And they’d sing! And they’d SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Grinch thought of this Who Christmas Sing,
The more the Grinch thought, “I must stop this whole thing!”
“Why, for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now!”
“I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?”
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
“I know just what to do!” The Grinch laughed in his throat.
And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Grinchy trick!”
“With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!”
“All I need is a reindeer…” The Grinch looked around.
But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.

Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said,
“If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!”
So he called his dog, Max. Then he took some red thread,
And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks,
On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old Max.
Then the Grinch said, “Giddap!” And the sleigh started down,
Toward the homes where the Whos Lay asnooze in their town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
“This is stop number one,” the old Grinchy Claus hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
“These stockings,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos’ feast!
He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash!
Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
“And NOW!” grinned the Grinch, “I will stuff up the tree!”
And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two.
The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter,
Who’d got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
She stared at the Grinch and said, “Santy Claus, why,”
“Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?”
But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
“Why, my sweet little tot,” the fake Santy Claus lied,
“There’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side.”
“So I’m taking it home to my workshop, my dear.”
“I’ll fix it up there. Then I’ll bring it back here.”
And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,
And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
Then He did the same thing To the other Whos’ houses
Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Whos’ mouses!
It was quarter past dawn… All the Whos, still a-bed,
All the Whos, still asnooze When he packed up his sled,
Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
“PoohPooh to the Whos!” he was grinchishly humming.
“They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming!”
“They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!”
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry BooHoo!”
“That’s a noise,” grinned the Grinch, “That I simply MUST hear!”
So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any presents at all!
He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
“It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!”
“It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
“Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
“Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
And what happened then? Well…in Whoville they say,
That the Grinch’s small heart Grew three sizes that day!
And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
And he, HE HIMSELF! The Grinch carved the roast beast!

The end of How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Mr. Grinch, You’re A Mean One Sing-a-Long

So, what do you think of the How the Grinch Stole Christmas poem by Dr. Seuss? I love the way Dr. Seuss uses rhyme and rhythm.

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Grandmother of 5 great kids, retired special ed high school teacher, married since 1972 to Poppy…loves spoiling the grands, crocheting for whomever I can and charities, reading, crafts, outdoors, and blogging.

19 Comments

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  4. Santina 2011/12/20 at 2:14 pm

    This poem is so wonderful, reminds me of all the things that make christmas so wonderful and the Grinch is actually one of my very favorite christmas movies that makes up my christmas tradition. ooo ooo ooo merry christmas to the grinch in person cuming from ur biggest fan!

  5. Esther 2011/12/19 at 11:30 am

    this helped me on our Web Scavenger Hunt for the heck of it

  6. Madison 2011/03/08 at 8:33 pm

    This poem helped me on my poetry assignment! Thanks!

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  9. Nicole 2010/12/15 at 5:26 am

    I just performed this with college as a Christmas show for a primary school near me. They loved it! And I now have this permanently stuck in my head 😛 Not that it’s a bad thing, I love it!

  10. RYAN 2010/12/06 at 6:23 pm

    I JUST LOVE THIS PEOM

  11. milo 2010/12/06 at 6:19 pm

    I LOVE THIS POEM SO I READ THIS TO MY LIL SIS SHE LOVED IT SO MUCH THAT SHE CRIED

  12. Nina 2010/08/07 at 1:27 am

    OMG.. i love this story along with the other Christmas stories..i just love Christmas

  13. Neski 2010/02/01 at 4:08 pm

    Awesome ;D

  14. krystel 2010/01/14 at 2:18 pm

    awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  15. Billie-Jo 2010/01/14 at 9:35 am

    I love the Grinch poem it is ace. But very long I love it thank you

  16. brittany 2010/01/09 at 11:44 am

    this poem was very nice i red it to my lil brother and he loves it everynight it never gets old

  17. tiquaja brewer bka qua 2009/10/27 at 9:26 am

    this is very very very very good and awesome

  18. tiquaja brewer bka qua 2009/10/27 at 9:25 am

    excillent

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