‘Twas the night of Thanksgiving, after feasts and good cheer
When Josh Strohman did what he does every year.
He placed a decoration he made two years back
With paint, plywood, and all the tools in his pack:
A six-foot-tall Grinch, grinning with evil glee,
Lit with a spotlight for all Apple Valley to see.
By Sunday morning, something had gone wrong.
Strohman's spotlight remained, but his Grinch was gone.
Someone had nabbed him, maybe for fun?
Or to prove, like Highlander, there can only be one?
No matter; Strohman wouldn’t give up without
Asking Facebook if they’ve seen a stray Grinch about.
The next few days were about following clues
And messages sent from well-meaning Whos
Who maybe (just maybe) saw Grinchy appear
In yards o’er the metro, both far and near.
Strohman followed up on lead after lead
Hoping he'd find it, but didn’t succeed.
Not all who commented even tried to be nice.
Some offered cold, un-asked-for advice.
“Why so upset?” They said. "Why the gloom?
You could make it again in a long afternoon.”
But Strohman’s not ready to give up, not just yet.
The more the news travels, the closer he’ll get.
Strohman knows his Grinch outlook is dire.
By now, someone may have “set it on fire.”
It’s not all that bad, even if Grinchy got burned;
Because of this crime, Strohman finally learned
Just how many strangers love his creation.
Gone less than a week, and it’s a viral sensation.
If the Grinch never returns, Strohman will make another.
And display it for all, each sister and brother
To laugh at and enjoy as they drive by each night;
(If anything makes a heart grow two sizes, that might.)