
Last night the kids and I cozied up together on the couch to watch what is possibly one of the greatest Christmas movies of all time, the old cartoon version of Dr. Seuss’s iconic tale: The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. (I know it’s not even Thanksgiving yet, but it’s snowing, and my kids have been home sick all week- I think that makes it okay.) We sat close together, watching in delight as the Whos down in Whoville, the tall and the small, celebrated Christmas without any presents at all. I felt the familiar tug of my heart strings as the narrator recited my favorite part of the story: