Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot. But the Grinch, who lived just north of Whoville, did not! The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right.. It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small. Whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos, staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown, at the warm lighted windows below in their town. For he knew every Who, down in Whoville beneath, was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath. ¨And they’re hanging their stockings!¨ he snarled with a sneer, ¨Tomorrow is Christmas, it’s practically here!¨ Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming, ¨I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!¨ For tomorrow, he knew, all the Who girls and boys would wake bright and early, they’d rush for their toys! And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That’s one thing he hated, the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they’d FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast beast, which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least! And then they’d do something he liked least of all! Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They’d stand hand in hand, and the Whos would start singing! They’d sing! And they’d sing! And they’d SING! SING! SING! SING! And the more the Grinch thought about this Who Christmas Sing, the more the Grinch thought, ¨I must stop this whole thing! Why, for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now! I MUST stop Christmas from coming! But HOW?¨ Then he got an idea, an awful idea! THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! ¨I know just what to do!¨ the Grinch laughed in his throat, and he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat. And he chuckled, and clucked, ¨What a great Grinchy trick! With this coat, and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick! All I need is a reindeer..¨ The Grinch looked around. But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said, ¨If I can’t fix a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!¨ So he called his dog, Max, then he took some red thread and he tied a big horn on the top of his head. Then he loaded some bags and some old empty sacks on a ramshackle sleigh and he hitched up old Max. Then the Grinch said, ¨Giddap!¨ and the sleigh started down, towards the homes where the Whos lay asnooze in their town. All their windows were dark, quiet snow filled the air. All the Whos were dreaming sweet dreams without care. Then he came to the first little house on the square. ¨This is stop number one,¨ the old Grinchy Clause hissed, and he climbed to the roof, empty back in his fist. Then he slid down the chimney, a rather tight pinch. But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch. He got stuck only once, for a moment or two, then he stuck his head out the fireplace flue, where the little Who stockings all hung in a row. ¨Three stockings,¨ he grinned, ¨are the first things to go!¨ Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant around the whole room and he took every present! Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums! Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums! And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly, stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney! Then he slunk to the icebox, he took the Whos’ feast! He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast! He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash. Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash! Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee. ¨And now,¨ grinned the Grinch, ¨I will stuff up the tree!¨ And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove, when he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove. He turned around fast and he saw a small Who. Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two. The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter who’d got out of bed for a cup of cold water. She stared at the Grinch and said, ¨Santy Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree, why?¨ But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick, he thought up a lie and he thought it up quick! ¨Why, my sweet little tot,¨ the fake Santy Claus lied, ¨there’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side. So I’m taking it home to my workshop, my dear. I’ll fix it up there. Then I’ll bring it back here.¨ And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head, and he got her a drink and he sent her to bed. And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup, he went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up! Then the last thing he took was the log for their fire. He went up the chimney, himself, the old liar. On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire. And the one speck of food that he left in the house was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse. Then he did the same thing to the other Whos’ houses, leaving crumbs much too small for the other Whos’ mouses!

It was quarter past dawn.. All the Whos, still a-bed, all the Whos still asnooze when he packed up his sled. Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings! Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mountain Crumpit, he road with his load to the tiptop to dump it! ¨Poohpooh to the Whos!¨ he was grinchishly humming, ¨they’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming! They’re just waking up, I know just what they’ll do, their mouths will hang open a minute or two, then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry boohoo! That’s a noise,¨ grinned the Grinch, ¨that I simply MUST hear!¨ So he paused, and the Grinch put his hand to his ear. He did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But this sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It couldn’t be so! But is WAS merry! VERY! He stared down to Whoville, and the Grinch popped his eyes. Then he shook; what he saw was a shocking surprise! Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small, was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same! And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, ¨How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packeges, boxes or bags!¨ And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore. 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!¨ And what happened then? Wel.. In Whoville they say that the Grinch’s small heart grew three sizes that day! And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight he whizzed with his load through the bright morning light. He brought back the toys! And the food for the feast! And he, HE HIMSELF! The Grinch carved the roast beast!

1. People who point at their wrists asking for the time.. I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

3. When people say: ¨Oh I just want to have your cake.. And eat it too!¨ Damn right! What good is cake if you can’t eat it?

4. When people say: ¨It’s always the last place you look.¨ Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you’ve found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

5. When people say while watching a film: ¨Did you see that?¨ No loser, I paid 8 euros to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!

6. People who ask: ¨Can I ask you a question?¨ … Didn’t give me a choice there, did ya?

7. When something is ‘new and improved’. Which is it? If it’s new, then there has never been anything before it. If it’s an improvement, there must have been something before it, couldn’t be new.

8. When people say: ¨Life is short.¨ What the hell?! Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does! What can you do that’s longer?

9. When I’m waiting for the bus and someone asks: ¨Has the bus come yet?¨ If the bus came, would I be standing here?

¨A sonreír se aprende habiendo llorado mucho.
Y una matización importante. No confurdirse. Sonreír no tiene nada que ver con reír. Simplemente comparten letras. La sonrise crece. La risa estalla. La sonrisa calla. La risa berrea. La sonrisa escucha. La risa habla. Pero si se puede sonreír incluso mientras se llora. Con eso está todo dicho.

De cualquier modo, si hay algo que realmente me fascina del acto de sonreír es lo mucho que se obtiene frente a lo poco que cuesta. Lo poco que abunda frente a lo gratis que es.¨