Actually, He's a Dick

Last night the family watched How the Grinch Stole Christmas. A timeless classic and one of the best cartoons Chuck Jones has ever created, but I think it sends mixed messages.

At first The Boy was a little scared of the Grinch, but in the end happiness prevails and Christmas is restored in Whoville. He cheered as the Grinch raced down the mountain with his sleigh full of presents. And he beamed with happiness as the Whos welcomed the new, improved Grinch into the fold.

And I bit my tongue.

Don't you Whos remember anything? The Grinch isn't bringing Christmas to Whoville, he's just returning everything he stole. That's right you furry nitwits, STOLE. He broke into your homes at night and cleaned you out, even the last can of Who Hash.

The Grinch is not a hero, the Grinch is a dick. You managed to make him feel guilty enough to bring your stuff back, but his original intent was pure evil.

If I woke up Christmas morning to find everything stolen, I'd flip. And then if the thief knocked on my door and said, "Hi. Uh... I took your stuff, but then I heard you singing and had a change of heart." I'm not sure what I'd do, but I doubt I'd invite him in for eggnog and waffles.