I Am a Grinch

Written by David Leonhardt

Last Christmas, Uncle Albert promised his neighbor, Wilson, to find a way to keeprepparttar Christmas spirit alive all year. You know, just like Wilson and everybody else wishes people each year.

Yesterday I was checking my calendar. "Holy smokes! It's almost Christmas. I better check to see if Uncle Albert found a way to keeprepparttar 118223 Christmas spirit alive all year."

So I put on my boots and buttoned up my jacket. I dashed outrepparttar 118224 door.

I came back intorepparttar 118225 house to put on a scarf. And some gloves. And a hat. And my long-johns. I filled uprepparttar 118226 thermos with hot chocolate and dug out a pair of ear muffs. "Yup. That'srepparttar 118227 Christmas spirit," I thought as I headed out once more, trying to keep my head aboverepparttar 118228 snow.

When I reached Uncle Albert's, I could tell something was different. I wasn't sure quite what, but I suspect it had something to do withrepparttar 118229 large red and gold sleigh parked in his driveway.

"Say, Uncle Albert. What's withrepparttar 118230 sleigh?"

"You like it, Happy Guy? That's part of my Christmas spirit," he enthused.

"It is?"

"Of course. Riding in a one-horse open sleigh. Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? All that shtick." he smiled.

"You think that's how to keeprepparttar 118231 Christmas spirit alive all year?"

"That's justrepparttar 118232 beginning," he said as he lit up a candle. "I've cancelled my electricity."

"But why?"

"Have you ever heard of a Christmas carol with electricity?" Uncle Albert asked. "No. You hear about Christmas carols by candlelight, about silver bells, boughs of holly, all sorts of nostalgic stuff fromrepparttar 118233 days when General Electric hired mice to turnrepparttar 118234 wheels of power."

I looked around for a Christmas tree. "So why no Christmas tree? Is that too modern for you?"

"Onlyrepparttar 118235 plastic kind," he said. "They keep dying on me. I was probably feeding them too much sheep manure. Anyway, I decoratedrepparttar 118236 one out front."

A Visit from St. Customer... A Landscaper's Tale

Written by Jack Stone

A Visit from St. Customer... A Landscaper's Tale Article by Jack Stone Copyright 2003 by ProGardenBiz ProGardenBiz, an online magazine http://www.progardenbiz.com

'Twasrepparttar night before Christmas, when all throughrepparttar 118222 supply house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a pipe mouse; The orders were made inrepparttar 118223 office with care, In hopes that St. Customer soon would be there; The workers were ready all snug in their beds, While visions of giant sales danced in their heads; Andrepparttar 118224 supplies were ready,repparttar 118225 plants all so lush, The owners had settled in forrepparttar 118226 great new year rush; Then out onrepparttar 118227 lot there arose such a clatter, They sprang from their seats to see what wasrepparttar 118228 matter. Away torepparttar 118229 window they flew like a flash, Tore openrepparttar 118230 shutters and threw uprepparttar 118231 sash. When what to their wondering eyes did appear with such luck, But a crew of eighteen landscapers and a giant semi-truck; With a little old driver, and hardly a cuss, They knew in a moment it must be St. Cus . . .

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