It's Christmas Day and ...
I came downstairs and where were the presents? The space under the tree was bare.
What just happened?
I rubbed my eyes.
Still no gifts.
So much for all the wrapping and piling them up under the tree.
They'd disappeared into thin air.
Then, I heard a snigger.
And, there it was.
On top of the piano, where Santa's half eaten mince pie normally sat, and Rudolph usually left a half-eaten carrot.
The gifts had been Grinched.
This was a real Bah Humbug.
More later ...
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