I Hate Christmas Eve Lyrics — How the Grinch Stole Christmas

Well, Mr. Grinch, it's beginning to feel a lot like

Don't say it.

Like Christmas.

What did you say?

It's a wonder I didn't just run away.

I hate Christmas.

The whole Christmas season.

Well, sir, I'm sure you must have a good reason.
I hate Christmas Eve, the whole Christmas season.

Don't ask me the reason.

It could be their hearts are so full of mirth.

It could be the problem goes back to my birth.

Maybe peace on earth and goodwill just missed us.

Let me be quite frank, I'm not fond of Christmas.

You hate Christmas Eve, the whole Christmas season.

Don't ask me why.


I won't ask the reason.

It could be perhaps your shoes are too tight.

It could be your head's not screwed on just right.
What?

I think the likeliest reason of all may have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, the Grinch hated Christmas and hated the who's.

Papa?

Papa, have you met the Grinch?

Papa, have you?

Just twice.

Well, what is he like, Papa?

He's not very nice.

He hates Christmas Eve, the whole Christmas season.

But why?

Children don't ask why.
No one knows the reason.

It could be his head's not screwed on just right.

It could be perhaps that his shoes are too tight.

I think the likeliest reason of all must be that his heart is two sizes too small.

Whatever the reason, his heart or his shoes, he hates Christmas Eve and he hates all the who's.

Tell them.

He stares down from his cave with a mean Grinchy frown.

At the warm lighted windows down here in our town.

For he knows every who here in Whoville beneath.

Is busy now hanging a mistletoe wreath.

I stand down from my cave with my best Grinchy frown.

At the warm lighted windows down there in our town

Last Update: December, 26th 2025