Cindy Lue, Where are you?

The wonderful thing about the Grench is, while he had his issues, he was willing to see he was wrong, he was willing to relize that there still was good, hope, passion about something more then consumption.

Thanks to a little girl named Cindy Lue.

Cindy looked all around her and relized something in that little snow covered town wasn't right. Why were these people so excited about gifts, when one hurt so badly up on the mountain? Why did they all shy away from him?

Then she did the impossible, only, she didn't know it was, so she went ahead and did it. She knocked on his door and smiled.....and from then on, its history.

I am the Grench. I am sick and tired of Christmas, I'm not feeling the joy of the season any longer, only the embaressing traditions and awkwardness of relastions.

This Grench realized that this year, her grandmother died, her daddy almost did, and her grandfathers cancer came back. This year, the Grench realized that she wouldn't be getting any gifts from friends, she realized that giving things was now a compititon of the best. She realized there would be no paycheck in her family, and that when others asked her what she was getting, she would become embaressed and rambel about how she didn't know.

I wouldn't say this Grench was particurly jealouse....merly....felt cheated. She didn't need presents, she didn't particurly want any to begin with, but its much easier to be strong when the world isn't falling down around you.

But this Grench realized something.

She had many Cindy Lue's. Her Cindy Lue moved her dads vacation days around so he'd get payed, Her Cindy Lue made sure her grandfather had stayed bussy and productive. Her Cindy Lue made sure of so many things.

So the Grench took a moment to look around her, and realized that maybe Christmas wasn't the mericle event of the year like she had hoped, but there were still others out there willing to try.

And to this Grench, thats the important part.