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Fahoo Fores Dahoo Dores Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day! How the Grinch Stole Christmas! was first adapted as an animated special in 1966, making this the 50th anniversary of that best of all holiday specials. I know some people have a fondness for the rouAbbreviated Pundit Round-up: We have we
Fahoo Fores Dahoo Dores Welcome Christmas, Christmas Day! How the Grinch Stole Christmas! was first adapted as an animated special in 1966, making this the 50th anniversary of that best of all holiday specials. I know some people have a fondness for the round-headed kid, and others find that picked-upon reindeer sympathetic, but you can keep all the rest. It’s not Christmas until Max comes down from Mount Crumpit and Cindy Lou Who gets that roast beast. The animated version of the Grinch — and repeat after me: there is no other film version — has everything going for it. There’s the unmatched plumy purr of 78-year-old Boris Karloff providing both the narration and the voice of the titular green meanie. There’s Thurl Ravenscroft’s basso profundo rumble powering through the most delightful lyrics ever in You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch. There’s even June Foray, the voice of Rocket J. Squirrel and Natasha Fatale, doing an uncredited turn as Cindy Lou (Foray, at age 99, is still around, thumbing her nose at 2016). Above all, there’s the genius of Chuck Jones, the man behind Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, and just about any other cartoon that you ever loved. And of course, there’s Theodor "Dr. Seuss" Geisel’s lovely rhyming tale of a hard-hearted character saved, not by a visit from assorted spirits, but just from witnessing the good people of Whoville coming together to celebrate … coming together. Add a coda of unquestioned forgiveness, and it’s the perfect Christmas tale. This year has been utterly crushing. Whether your dreams were perched at the top of the mountain in November, or you’d already been sidelined to a more modest hill, we’re all alike now. We watched that sled go over, carrying hope down to whatever fate waits on the far side of that jagged peak. Max was not able to arrest the slide this year. The Grinch remained as cardiac-challenged as ever. And I’m sorry. I’m very, very sorry. All the Tar Tinkers and Flu Floopers … they’re gone. They’re just gone. But we’re not. Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp. Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have we. Welcome, Christmas, while we stand... heart to heart... and hand in hand. Come on in. Let’s read some pundits. Read more