Grinch Sayings in 2025

Cheer up, dude. It’s Christmas.

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? That’s what it’s always been about. Gifts, gifts… gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts, gifts! You wanna know what happens to your gifts? They all come to me. In your garbage. You see what I’m saying? In your garbage. I could hang myself with all the bad Christmas neckties I found at the dump. And the avarice. The avarice never ends! ‘I want golf clubs. I want diamonds. I want a pony so I can ride it twice, get bored and sell it to make glue.’ Look, I don’t wanna make waves, but this whole Christmas season i

Now you listen to me, young lady! Even if we’re horribly mangled, there’ll be no sad faces on Christmas.

You can’t hurt Christmas, Mr. Mayor because it isn’t about the gifts or the contests or the fancy lights.

Cheer up, dude. It’s Christmas.

And then all the noise. All the noise, noise, noise, NOISE! They’ll bang on tong-tinglers, blow their foo-flounders, they’ll crash on jang-jinglers, and bounce on boing-bounders!

This is the loudest snow I’ve ever heard in my life

Bleeding hearts of the world unite.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more?

Saving you, is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o. I merely noticed that you’re improperly packaged, my dear

And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Beast. But that’s something I just cannot stand in the least. Oh, no. I’M SPEAKING IN RHYME!

And then – the true meaning of Christmas came through, and the Grinch found the strength of*ten Grinches, plus two! 

I’m all toasty inside.

Tomorrow is Christmas. It’s practically here!

He swept up their presents with the speed of a wiz. And he knew he’d cause sadness, only theirs now, not his. All this excess and nonsense, it was all about greed. About meaningless stuff that they didn’t even need. Yeah. The Grinch went to work. He scooped up the toys. He raced against time, he raced against joy. He hit a few snags as he made his way through an angry orange cat and a sleepwalking Who.

Holiday who-be what-ee?

The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!

Be it ever so heinous, there’s no place like home.