Creeping through the Luna moongate, the Shadow made his way across the lawn to where Santa waited to load his sleigh. Behind Santa's back, the Shadow hid the packages and gifts in his pack and then slipped away through the moongate.
No one saw him except the harpsichord player who sang an appropriate tune.
Children across the land will not have a Christmas Morning without you. Come join us on Saturday, December 21st at 8pm eastern to find the stolen presents and save Christmas.
No one saw him except the harpsichord player who sang an appropriate tune.
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel,
Mr. Grinch.
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you with a
Thirty-nine and a half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile,
Mr Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk,
Mr Grinch.
The three best words that best describe you,
Are as follows, and I quote"
Stink!
Stank!
Stunk!
You're a rotter Mr Grinch
You're the king of sinful sots
Your hearts a dead tomato
squashed with moldy purple spots
Mr Grinch
Children across the land will not have a Christmas Morning without you. Come join us on Saturday, December 21st at 8pm eastern to find the stolen presents and save Christmas.
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