Sweet Grinch Quotes

I feel like the Grinch when his heart grew three sizes; the love I have for Henry is overwhelming. I don’t think he even realizes how sweet he is.

You know before you have kids, people would tell you—they change everything. That life is so much better with them. That it’s impossible to explain the way being a parent can effect you?” Henna nodded, eyes fixed on Scarlett’s face. “It’s like that. Before you’re a parent, you’re like the Grinch. Your heart is sizes smaller than it could be, and you never know that your heart is too small because that’s all you’ve ever felt.” To keep busy, Scarlett started making her girls favorite cookies. Monster cookies, all sweets—no nuts. “And then this little person enters your life and they’re helpless and squalling and so much work. But somehow, caring for that little person—your heart grows and grows and grows and the way you view everything changes. And suddenly—you’re a different person.

The Christmas Crasher or Merry Crisis & Happy New Fear (The Yule-Get-Yours Scapegoat) A Poem by Stewart Stafford A malevolent sprite in our living room, A mouldy Púca in the Christmas tree, Bauble-gleam eyes in festive branches, A sulphur stink while we watch TV. Swallowing a window candle flame; A fire-eater’s trick to no applause, Season’s sweets wolfed down— Even wrappers, devoured without pause. A fridge raid’s boozy-woozy walk, A true eggnog nuisance — every inch, Crash — a muffled, 'Timber! God rest ya!' So loud, we thought it was The Grinch! My parents demanded it come out: "A wrecked tree and hangover’s enough!" It pleaded against eviction in the cold, Squatter’s rights for lack of sterner stuff! Seated at the Xmas dinner table, Tossing scraps to our strange ‘pet’ below, Foghorn burp aria, a puked tinsel encore, Pine-needle toothpick snores in fake snow. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.