How The Grinch Stole Easter (Almost)

here’s a playful, short story with a mischievous Grinch twist 🐣💚

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How the Grinch Stole Easter (Almost)

Down in Who-ville, where tulips stood tall,
The Whos prepped for Easter—baskets, eggs, chocolate and all.
They dyed them in colors, both sparkly and bright,
Then hid them by morning, before sunrise light.

But up on Mount Crumpit, with a scowl and a sneer,
The Grinch heard the laughter and wrinkled his ear.
“Easter?” he growled. “With its joy and its cheer?
All that hopping and candy—I will NOT have it here!”

He slid on some bunny ears, crooked and pink,
A terrible costume—at least, that’s what he’d think.
With a sack slung low and a grin much too wide,
He crept into Who-ville while Whos slept inside.

He snatched every egg—polka-dotted and blue,
Chocolate ones, jelly ones, marshmallow too.
He scooped up the baskets, the grass fake and green,
Even took the egg hunts—so mean, oh so mean!

Back up the mountain he dragged all his loot,
Certain that Easter was thoroughly kaput.
But then from below came a sound, soft and small—
Not crying. Not sobbing. No sadness at all.

The Whos gathered together, hands sticky with glue,
They sang Easter songs like they always would do.
No eggs. No candy. No baskets in sight.
Still Easter felt warm. Still Easter felt right.

The Grinch felt a flutter—a strange little crack.
Something inside him was shrinking… then growing right back.
“Maybe,” he muttered, “Easter’s not stuff…
Not eggs, not the candy… maybe love is enough.”

So he hauled back the eggs, every single last one,
Returned them by sunrise—before hunts had begun.
And that year in Who-ville, it’s often been said,
The Grinch joined the Whos… and dyed eggs instead.

And the Grinch? Well, they say—though it sounds quite absurd—
He smiled… and even liked Easter more than dessert.