But the Wind, From the north, He Did NOT!
The Wind hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now,
please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be that the Season was going just
right. Or It could be, Perhaps, it was the time of his might. But I think that the most likely reason of
all may have been that the wind comes any time at all.
But, whatever the reason, the time or the season, He stood
there Dec 1st hating the
Whos, Staring down from Canada with a sour Windy front at the warm lighted
windows below in there town. For he knew every Who down in West Bountiful
beneath Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
“And They’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a
sneer. “This Month is for Christmas! It’s practically here!” Then he growled,
with his Wind Fingers nervously drumming, “I MUST find a way to keep the
Christmas Spirit from coming!” For, this Month, he knew….
… All the Who Girls and boys would spread Christmas cheer with
fun and with poise. They’d rush around giving goodies! And Then! Oh, the noise!
Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! That one thing he hated! The NOISE!
NOISE!NOISE! NOISE!
Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast. And
they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they” FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! They
would start with green Jell-O, and potatoes with cache valley cheese which was
something the Wind Couldn’t stand in the least.
And THEN they’d do something he liked least of all! Every
who in West bountiful, the tall and the small, would stand close together, with
Christmas bells ringing. They’d stand
hand in hand. And the Whos would start singing!
They’d sing! And they’d Sing! AND they’d SING! SING! SING!
SING! And the more the wind thought of the Who-Christmas-Song the more the Wind
thought, “I MUST stop this whole thing! Why for 2011 years I’ve put up with it
now! I must Stop Christmas from coming! … but HOW?”
Then he got an idea! And awful idea! THE WIND GOT A
WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! “I know just what
to do!” The Wind Laughed in his Throat.
And he made a quick Map and grabbed his coat. And he chuckled and
clucked, “What a great Windy Trick! With this map I will get them real quick!”
“All I need is some warm pressure and cold…” The Wind Looked
around, But since in Canada warm pressure is scarce, there was none to be
found. Did that stop the Wind? NO! He
simply called up his friend, Santa Ana in Californy and told him this
story.
“see the Whos in West bountiful would love a Warm Christmas,
what a time it would be they could enjoy lemonade by the side of the Tree, they
could wear shorts and t-shirts instead of long johns and gloves. It would be so much fun and would show them
your love.” So Santa Ana smiled and said
“I’ll send them warm weather it will be my pleasure.”
THEN THE Wind jumped in his Sleigh and headed our way.
He said “Giddyap!” and the sleigh started down toward the
homes where the who’s lay a snooze in there town.
All their windows were dark. Quiet filled the air. All the
Whos were dreaming sweet dreams without care when he came to the first house in
the square. “This is stop number one,”
the old Windy Claus hissed and he climbed to the roof, emptiness in his fist.
Then he slid round the chimney, a rather tight pinch, but if
Santa could do it, then so could the Wind.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two. Then the stuck his head out
through the fireplace he blew. “These
Christmas lights” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
around the whole house, and he took every present! Chairs! Balls! Bikes! Even Some Cars! Wreaking havoc on swing sets bending wires
and bars!
Then he slunk to the roof. And he looked at the home and started
gliding. He took the Whos shingles, He
took the Whos Siding. He tore up the house as quick as a flash. Why, That Wind then
he started to Dash!
Then he dashed round and round with happiness and glee. “And NOW!” grinned the Wind, “I’ll get the
Tree!”
And the Wind grabbed the tree, and he started to shove. When
he heard a small sound like a coo of a dove.
He turned round fast, and he saw a small Who! Little Kyler Anderson, Who
was Just over Two.
The Wind had been caught by this little who son who’d woke
out of bed from a sound like a gun. He stared at the Wind and Said, “Why are
you blowing the tree’s down? Why?”
But, You know, that old Wind was so smart and so slick He
thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick! “why, my sweet little tot, Do you
want a white Christmas or not?” The Wind
Said ”You see the snow is at my house my dear. So I’m just trying to blow it
down here.”
And his fib fooled the child. Then he blew on his head and then
sent him to bed. And when Kyler was in
bed all snuggled up, HE went back outside and pulled the tree up!
Then the last thing he took were the logs for the fire. Then
he went round the chimney, oh that old liar.
On their house he left nothing but nails and some wire.
It was a quarter past noon… All the Whos, out bed , all staring unpleasant, when he
packed up his sled, packed it up with their presents! The Tree’s, and windows,
their cars, and their Power!
Three Thousand feet round! Up the side of hills, he made all
the towns look like landfills. He was Windishly humming. “they’re finding out now no Christmas cheer
is coming! And I know just what they’ll do! Their mouths will hang open a
minute or two.. Then all the Whos in West bountiful will all cry BOO-HOO!”
“that’s a noise,” grinned the Wind, “That I simply must hear!”
So he paused. And the Wind put a hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound
rising over the foe. It started in low. Then it started to Grow…
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry! It
couldn’t be so! But it WAS Merry! VERY!
He stared down at West Bountiful! The Wind popped his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every Who in West Bountiful, the tall and the small, was
helping out! Without any hesitation at all! He HADN’T Stopped the Christmas
spirit from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or another, it came just the same!
And the Wind, with his Wind-feet ice cold in the snow, stood
puzzling and puzzling:
“how could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” and he puzzled for hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Wind thought of something he hadn’t before! “maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. “Maybe Christmas…perhaps...means a little bit more!”
“how could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!” and he puzzled for hours, till his puzzler was sore. Then the Wind thought of something he hadn’t before! “maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store. “Maybe Christmas…perhaps...means a little bit more!”
And what happened then...? Well…in West Bountiful they say
that the Winds died down three sizes that day! And the minute he didn’t feel
them with so much fright, he whizzed with his load through the day and the
night. He brought in the snow and some fun
for the feast and he...
HE Himself... was no longer a beast!
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