They made me feel too small to stand,
Too quiet for a voice to land,
They spoke in crowds, I stood alone,
But silence has a weight of stone.
They saw a mirror they couldn't face,
So they dressed it up in blame and grace.
But I have wounds they'll never earn,
And lessons they refuse to learn.
They laughed while I stayed out of sight,
But envy hides in masks of spite,
I never needed flashing lights,
To know my heart was burning bright.
They only saw what they could judge,
But I don't move for their applause,
They curse the things they can't control,
Like depth, or softness, or a soul.
So let them gawk, & twist, & turn,
Let them talk while I still burn,
I'm not the girl they tried to bend,
I'm not for them,
I never was,
And I won't pretend.

They looked at me & saw too little,
Because I spoke with silence, not with sound,
They thought me weak, a quiet riddle,
But never saw the strength I'd found.
They whispered why I walked the room,
Gave sideways glances, crooked grins,
As if their noise could drown my bloom,
As if their pride erased my wins.
They called me less & laughed with ease,
Because I didn't fit their mold,
But I'm the calm within the breeze,
The ember that survives the cold.
I don't wear masks, don't chase their race,
I move with care, not false delight,
They mock the softness on my face,
But I was never made to fight
The way they do with egos blade,
I fight with truth, with heart, with grace.
I've been the scapegoat, overlooked
The girl they tried to twist & bend,
But every bruise they ever cooked,
Just made me truer in the end.
So let them talk & roll their eyes,
Let them brag and laugh and glare,
I'll stand beneath the judgement skies,
Still me, still rising, still rare.

Pastries, mince pies,
Cakes & pudding,
Sweets & jellies,
Turkey & stuffing.
Drinking Bailey's,
Eating iced cake,
Going to Times Square for a skate.

He once loved Christmas,
And Martha as well,
Shaved his face,
Then wore a paper bag over his head,
So no one could tell.
It had reminded him of a broken heart,
But now it had doubled in size,
Tears rolled down his face,
And out of his eyes.
He invited all the Who's to the mountain for Christmas dinner,
The whole table was full of food,
And the Grinch felt like a winner.
He started to understand the true meaning of Christmas,
Cindy Lou also taught him how to feel forgiveness.
The Grinch was mean because he thought the world would treat him cruelly again,
But Cindy Lou Who was different than the rest.
Even though the Grinch seemed like he was mean and cold,
He was soft on the inside,
Something that Cindy Lou had always known.

The Grinch stood outside his home,
Glanced down and all around,
Not a frown on a Whoville,
In the whole Whoville town,
He huffed and he sighed and he kicked the snow,
"Another year of stupid lights, carolers, things that glow"
He crossed his arms, tilted his head to the side,
"I wonder could I maybe...steal the presents if I tried"
It was getting late and every Who rested their heads,
Except one name Cindy Lou,
Who was quite late for bed,
She wandered down through the houses,
down a road,
From where the Grinch was standing she was as small as a toad.
He said to himself,
"Oh no!...not up here"
When he noticed she was climbing up the mountain,
He could see her crystal clear,
He ran into his house and locked all his locks,
"Max there's someone coming and I don't like it...a lot!"
The dog barked, panted, chased his tail,
"No Max, I'm not answering the door, you can go break a nail"
But the dog insisted and barked to open the door,
"Shh Max, she'll hear us, throw her some cole"
The girl knocked on the door,
Waiting for an answer,
The Grinch snapped "This is not Santa Clause, Rudolph, or Prancer"
But the little girl could see deep down that the Grinch did have a heart,
That was lost but never found,
It was two sizes too small,
It was brought down to that size,
That's why the Grinch held a grudge for
everybody's so-called happy lives,
When he was young he was given away,
And mocked in school for quite a lot of days.
It wasn't Christmas that he hated so much,
It was how he was treated,
That made him feel being nice wasn't good enough,
So he decided to leave the town of Whoville instead,
"This whole place gives me a pain in my head"
He packed up and left and lived on a mountain,
"Hate hate hate loathe hate!!!" he echoed and shouted.
He lost his spirit of jolly and joy,
Tried to steal all the presents, trees, and toys,
But one out of them all called Cindy Lou Who,
Gave him back the spirit of what he once knew.
His heart gave a thump,
it doubled in size,
"What is this feeling?!" the Grinch suddenly cried,
He felt so numb for so many years,
And all of a sudden...that feeling disappeared.

Sitting by the fire on Christmas Eve,
It's too cold for T-shirts so we wear warm sleeves,
The weather is cold, roofs turned to frost,
The air is crisp, keeping our feet toasty in socks,
Watching jolly movies, Elf, Home Alone, Jack Frost,
Letting out our inner child,
For some, it can be lost.
Puddings, cakes, and mince pies,
Turkeys to be cooked,
By the time Christmas comes around the whole house will be booked,
Rushing, buying, decorating,
This day will be off the hook.
Lights are seen from house to house,
Trees and stars on top,
Going downtown to purchase things,
Running round every shop,
Looking like a National Lampoon,
Christmas music on nonstop.

One more day is left to go,
Until you hear the oohs and ohs,
The Christmas lights illuminate the town,
There should be smiles instead of frowns,
A robins perched upon a branch,
In through the window,
It takes a glance,
It sees the room is dazzling and festive,
And everyone wakes up to go down for breakfast.
The sleepy heads come down the hall,
And there's the tree still standing tall,
Presents are ripped open,
Paper flung in the air,
Then going to church to say their prayers.
They come back home to have their dinner,
Crackers pulled, behold a winner!
The paper crowns placed on their heads,
They talk and laugh and eat, then fed.
Carolers calling to the door,
Each page is turned they sing more and more,
Sit down again and have dessert,
The 25th is Jesus's birth.
Movies watched and stories shared,
Pictures taken and memories that can't be tared,
Snow falls down and the fire is bright,
It gets quite cold and turns to night,
People kiss under the mistletoe,
Kids running to rooms to and fro.
This occasion is done by a collective,
Coming from a Robin's perspective.