Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp.
The term 'Grinchy' shall apply when Christmas spirit is in short supply.
I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas, and I'm sorry.
If you utter so much as one syllable, I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!
The Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.
Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!
I'm feeling... the feeling... the Christmas feeling.