How The Grinchess Found Happiness

People ’round the Grinchess liked life a whole lot….

But the Grinchess, who lived on the mountain, did NOT!

The Grinchess would get sad most ev’ry Spring season!

Now, please don’t ask why.  No one quite knows the reason.

Some said, perhaps she’d been “too strong for too long.”

To that the Grinchess would scowl and snort “WRONG!”

Others said, “You must choose to be happy.”

But she found this advice to be cliché and sappy.

She tried to get herself out of that funk, sir.

She tried exercise, prayer and then acupuncture.

Nothing was good though she really had tried,

And then suddenly her dear Grandmother died.

Her grief threw her lower into that pit.

The Grinchess didn’t like it.  Not one little bit.

Her tolerance for her dear children grew short.

They never knew what made her so out of sort.

“Every day is the same!” cried the Grinchess with a sneer.

“The alarm goes off in the morning and I still wake up here.”

Every Saturday and Sunday she’d awake to her boys.

They would wake bright and early and rush to their toys!

And then!  Oh, the noise!  Oh, the Noise!  Noise!  Noise!  Noise!

That’s one thing she hated!  The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

The laundry the boys made would astound.

Not loads, not piles but quite literally mounds!

“Oh why do the boys insist on wearing clothes?!”

The Grinchess would bemoan the life that she chose.

She just had to do something more with her life!

There was more to her then simply a Mom and a Wife.

“I know,” she declared with a hint of a yelp.

“I can volunteer at the hospital.  They always need help!”

But the good deed seemed only to make her feel smaller.

“I just have to make a difference in life!” she would holler.

Then her friends got an idea!

An awful idea!



“I know just what to do!” Laurel laughed, “Come with us!

“We’re running away, just the girls, TO VEGAS!”

The girls hopped on a plane headed straight for Sin City.

“Man will have to fend for himself,” Grinchess feigned.  “What a pity.”

She ate what she wanted and gambled ’til three.

She laid out by the pool and giggled with glee.

“I wonder how the boys are doing with Man?

Ha!  I’m joking!  I’m not worried ’bout a thing ‘cept my tan!”

The weekend came to an end and the Grinchess returned,

Back to the laundry and the baking she burned.

For the Grandma she lost, The Grinchess often would cry.

She slipped lower in her funk no matter what she would try.

Her chest started to hurt and she’d wring her hands with out will.

Her doctor prescribed her an anxiety pill.

Then later he declared, “There’s also depression,

Take this pill too and schedule a therapy session.”

For months the Grinchess tried the therapy and meds

But she couldn’t stop the negative thoughts in her head.

Then she would puzzle, “Why am I sad?  I must know!”

She puzzled and puzzled: “How could it be so?

“I live in a beautiful house on a hill!

My kids are smart, happy and not one is ill!

My Man loves me dearly a fact I can not ignore.

I live such a good life that all would adore!”

And she puzzled three hours, till her puzzler was sore.

Then The Grinchess thought of something she hadn’t before.

“I want to quit this old  job and do something new.

That’s not a possibility so perhaps a new do?”

So she went to her stylist and requested a new hue.

“Dye my hair black.  So black that it’s blue!”

The results were stunning and she liked the control.

“We’ll see how they like my hair black, like my soul.”

The high from that faded and she grew sad again,

Pain in her chest and the wringing of hand.

One day running errands and feeling low in the dumps

She noticed a car with a red sticker on its bump.

“Happiness is a Choice” the bumper sticker read.

And the Grinchess laughed at the vision in her head

Of her ramming her car into the others back end.

“Choose happiness now my optimistic friend!”

But the notion was one that she used to believe.

Why it wasn’t working now she just couldn’t conceive.

Months and months and months in this pit

‘Till finally the Grinchess said, “That’s it!

“Today I feel like doing something fab’liss.

Perhaps a day full of random kindness.”

She had not even started, not done one little thing

But her heart felt a glimmer of hope and then…BLING!

The Grinchess started to feel a little happy again.

Then she felt as strong as 6 Grinchess’ X 10!

She lifted the Weight Of The World off her shoulder

And imagined herself hurling her woes from a boulder.

“Maybe happiness isn’t in a drug or therapy at the mall.

Maybe happiness,” she thought, “is a choice after all.”










About buddyandbug

Man and I moved from Texas to Colorado with Buddy and Bug. This blog is a chronicle of our adventures as we deal with homesickness and adjust to Mountain Living. “If you are a dreamer,come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hoper, a prayer, a magic-bean-buyer. If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!” ~ Shel Silverstein
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