Artwork Title: Grinch Mode

Media: Gen AI

The Grinch M.O.

By Lee Johnson (2023)

The spirit comes,

The spirit goes,

Quietly through

The winter's snows

The Grinch, he lurks

In the dead of night,

Stealing Christmas

With much delight

Beneath the stars,

In the moon's soft glow,

He creeps and crawls

In the fields below

His heart, it whispers

Of mischievous fright,

Turning joy to shadow

Till the morning light

There's no happy ending

For this little poem

The Grinch is inside us

See, you already know him

It comes down to each of us

To keep him in check

And avoid turning Christmas

Into a seasonal trainwreck

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