Sometimes the strange and off-kilter is right around every corner. Sometimes the Christmas spirit hits us when we least expect it. Sometimes they're one and the same.
'Round these parts, people get particularly festive during this time of year. Decorations appear throughout our offices, beautiful baked treats appear in our mouths and almost everyone has a lifted mood (probably sugar euphoria).
Julie Govette, the head of our creative crew that constructs the paper and its contents each day, will line her lush cubicle with piney garland and erect a small Christmas tree.
But it's no angel atop that tree. No, sir. No, ma'am. It's a Grinch.
And it's no ordinary Grinch. This Grinch is smiling. It could be his snazzy blue Santa hat. It could be his multi-colored boa. It could be that he's relieved to be out of the box of decorations.
No matter what the reasons, this Grinch — in all his fabulosity — put a smile on my face the minute I saw him. Like the character in the Seuss classic:
“And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day.”