As I sat with my children watching Dr. Seuss's 1966 animated version of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" for probably the 33rd time, the message struck me rather profoundly this year. Punched me in the gut, in fact.
So there I was in the recliner, with one kid on each leg, feeling rather grinchy myself – sour, pouty, and resentful of sickness in general. I watched as the Grinch predictably stood atop Mount Crumpit, rubbing his hands together and awaiting the loud cry of sadness to erupt from the Who’s in the valley upon realizing their stuff was gone. But then the narrator Boris Karloff uttered these classic words:
Hmmm, I thought, perking up a bit and hearing something in this cartoon I’d seen a million times that might possibly be meant for me. Christmas came to Whoville even without their stuff….without their things that made Christmas be Christmas for them.
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!"
This is not going to be the worst Christmas ever. As a matter of fact, in the face of some adversity, I would not be at all surprised if it ends up as one of the best.