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[MUSIC PLAYING]
MR. HOOPER: Well, I'll see you later, Bob.
I have a little errand to do.
BOB: OK, Mr. Hooper.
Oh, Mr. Hooper?
MR. HOOPER: Yes.
BOB: Happy Hanukkah.
MR. HOOPER: Thank you, Bob.
And a merry Christmas to you.
OSCAR: Merry Christmas, merry Christmas.
Huh, I hope their Christmas trees get termites.
[SINGING]
I can't think of anything that's dumber.
To a grouch, Christmas is a bummer.
Beaming faces everywhere, happiness is in the air.
I'm telling you, it isn't fair.
I hate Christmas.
People loaded with goodwill, giving
presents, what a thrill.
That slushy nonsense makes me ill.
I hate Christmas.
I'd rather have a holiday like normal Grouches do.
Instead of getting presents, they take
presents back from you.
Here comes Santa, girls and boys.
So who needs that big, red noise?
I'll tell him where to put his toys.
I hate Christmas.
And if you want the truth, I ain't so crazy about
Thanksgiving or Labor Day either.
Christmas carols to be sung, decorations to be hung.
Oh, yeah, well I stick out my tongue.
I hate Christmas.
Christmas bells play loud and strong, hurts my ears
all that ding ***.
Besides, it goes on much too long.
I hate Christmas.
I'd rather have a holiday with a lot less joy and flash, with
a lot of less cheerful smiling, and a
lot more dirty trash.
Yeah!
Christmas day is almost here.
When it's over, then I cheer.
I'm glad it's only once a year.
I hate Christmas!