Summary Of How The Grinch Stole Christmas

Certainly, many believe the Grinch’s heart is identical to mine, and when it comes to Christmas, we share uniform emotions. However, the Grinch and I have unalike reasons for despising the season. As told in “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”, no one truly knows why the Grinch hates the entire Christmas season, but my friends know my reasons for hating the season. Sometimes it’s the stress of gifting, the unbearable runny noses, or occasionally the useless gifts I try my hardest to be thankful for. I’m an exceedingly different individual compared to my friends and family, but I am fond of my unique personality. Let’s talk about the Christmas season weather! I hate it, and, yes, I used the word hate. I hate how my skin becomes so dry no matter
Just kidding! For myself, the month of December brings loads of stress and guilt. One may wonder why I am stressing this topic, well let me explain. Long ago in my middle school age, I had a best friend who is no longer, but during this season I was supposedly expected to buy her gifts. Even better, I was not only “required” to purchase one gift but multiple. Oh, not only did this anger me, but it stressed me out and made me believe that in order to be categorized as nice and a good friend, I must buy an individual with more money than me a gift with money I did not possess. Now, I was taught to never expect anything in return, but to this day it makes me feel guilty if I do not gift the people close to me. Even though I was also always told the Christmas season is not all about the gifts, I still experience extreme guilt when I do not provide individuals with offerings. I’m not sure if reading this brought one stress, but it certainly produced pressure for
I do love my family, don’t get me wrong, although I find myself going crazy over the forgetfulness they bring to the table every year. Imagine that it’s December 25th, eleven o’clock in the afternoon, and as I enter my great grandpa’s house I think about the answers I am about to mouth to the forever recurring questions, “How old are you, what grade are you in? and what do you have planned after high school?” I swear I give the same exact answers every year, yet no one can seem to remember. I mean, I’m not saying that I’m that important of a person that people need to memorize my life, but come on. Don’t those individuals think just maybe they ask the same questions too much, or even simply know they repeat themselves every year. Sorry, but the typical concerned questions from my grandparents just get my panties in a bunch since I’m not exactly the type of person who loves repeating