With a twisted grin and a curl in his nose, the Grinch arose from his lair with a groan filled pose. Oh, the sounds of these townses do not bring me joy, they fill me with frustration like a faulty toy. The bangs and the clangs and the chatter so near, make me want to scream into the cold atmosphere. But hark! I have a plan to make it all stop, to silence the noise that makes my heart flop. I'll steal their Christmas, their trees and their lights, leaving them in darkness on these silent...