What Scrooge and the Grinch Say About Us

 

Christmas is on its way at the speed of Santa Claus with his red britches on fire.  Chestnuts are roasting over the open fire, partridges are once again flocking to their Pear Trees and it seems in many parts Jack Frost is definitely nipping at some of your noses. It’s also that time of year when many of my favorite Christmas shows grace the air waves. You know the ones that we’ve all watched since we were writing our first Christmas lists to Santa. There is ‘Charlie Brown’s Christmas’, ‘Frosty the Snowman’ and who could ever forget ‘Rudolf The Red Nose Reindeer’, just to name a few of the classics. However, out of all the Christmas classics probably my most favorite are ‘How The Grinch Stole Christmas’, and ‘A Christmas Carol’. The reason I enjoy these is simple, I love the main characters. Two of the most iconic Christmas personalities who are best remembered for their despise of Christmas and least remembered for their Christmas transformations. So, as we jingle bell rock and rock around the Christmas tree in 2013, I’d like to ponder this puzzling perception that pounces within my pondering puzzler. What does it say about our society when we fail to acknowledge an individuals transformation and instead dwell upon their past?

I know it’s a little deep for a Christmas theme, but in reality it’s not. Actually, this is right up the proverbial Christmas alley. It seems most of us remember the theme song to the Grinch. Come on, sing it with me, “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch…” Yep, I thought most of you would remember it. However, does anyone remember what happened to the Grinch at the end of the story? What happened to the Grinch’s heart on Christmas? No, it didn’t explode from hate, in fact it grew three sizes that day. The Grinch had a revelation that Christmas was more than presents, Who hash, roast beast, ribbons, boxes or bags. He realized Christmas didn’t come from a store, in fact he realized ‘Christmas was just a little bit more’. The Grinch was transformed by the heart of Christmas and as a result his heart grew in order to accommodate the love that exists within the meaning of Christmas. Yes, that’s correct, the mean old Grinch is actually no more, and it’s all because Christmas came knocking upon his door, or was it the door of our next character Scrooge?

Ah yes, quite right. It was the ghost of Jacob Marley that knocked upon the door of his old pal Scrooge and it was Scrooge who famously coined the phrase “Bah! Humbug!”. So, if I were to ask what’s your recollection of Ebeneezer Scrooge, what would you say? A tight wad? Hated Christmas? Mean old man?  A successful business man who owned his own business and worked many many long hours while believing a honest pay for a honest day? Is it possible you would recollect him as a model citizen? A second father to Tiny Tim? But in fact that is who he became. We find in the end Scrooge increases Bob Cratchit’s pay, Scrooge pays for all of Tiny Tim’s medical costs and made sure he was nursed back to complete health all the while becoming a model citizen and all because of Christmas. The once cold, mean, tight wad and uncaring Scrooge transforms into a loving, caring and giving man. So, why can’t we recollect our characters as the people they’ve become? What does it say about us?

What does it say about us when we refuse to notice a persons positive transformation and only focus on their past? What will become of us if we continue to ignore the power that is within Christmas to transform lives? The power that both the Grinch and Scrooge not only became aware of, but both choose to embrace and live the rest of their lives. What will become of us, if we choose to continue to live as Scrooge; working, saving, owning and yet never giving or loving? What will become of us in deed. The answer is not for me to say. Only you can find the answer. An answer that is at the very heart of Christmas, the reason we all celebrate. An answer only you can embrace or continue to ponder. So, as I write to you all from this blustery night in the south, I will exclaim as I write and head out of sight, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

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