Thoughts From Mt. Crumpit

One day I awoke feeling as though I was high atop Mount Crumpit. I stared down from my cave with a sour, Grinchy frown. My shoes tightened around my toes as I stood in the snow hating what I saw below; my daughters are growing up too fast

Megan and Emily haven’t quite reached ten, yet they’re turning into young ladies before my eyes. The very thought of this made me turn green. My eyes started to yellow, my pupils turned red. I growled, my new grinch fingers nervously drumming, “I must stop this whole thing! I must stop them from growing, but how?”

Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny have all been exposed. After only a few years of playing significant roles in the fantasy that is childhood, their runs are nearly over. I can’t protect them from disappointment. I can’t shield them from truth. The magic has passed.

“Now that they’re growing I know just what they’ll do,” I snarled with a sneer.
“They’ll stop believing in castles…
They’ll question their prayers…
They’ll stress over clothes….over makeup…and hair…
They’ll worry about grades, their future, and all the boys BOYS BOYS BOYS!”

After puzzling and puzzling ’till my puzzler was sore, I thought of something I hadn’t before…

Though no one quite knows the reason…
my heart for my girls grows with each season…

It’s nobody’s fault and there’s no one to blame…
they’ll grow, and they’ll grow, and they’ll grow just the same…

No reason to be sad, sour, or sore…
as great as they are, they’ll become so much more…

And what happened then…? Well…I can honestly tell you…
I gained the strength of TEN DADDYS…plus two!

I love you Emily and Megan. Slow down if you can.