A message for The Grinch:

I'm sorry I didn't die in a plane crash like you were hoping. I guess I'll have to try a little harder next time. In the meantime, I hope you're really enjoying wallowing in your hatred for me. I'm sure hanging onto whatever misconceived notion you have about me is really enriching your life. I feel very sorry for you. You must be living a pretty miserable existence to be clinging so tightly to your anger. Holding me responsible for what you are feeling will never bring you peace. Perhaps someday you'll realize that and you'll be able to push forward. When that happens, I'm sure you'll finally discover happiness. And maybe when that happens, we can relate to one another in a far more constructive fashion...like me kicking your ass at Smash Bros. Kirby owns all.

Merry Christmas. And remember, there's always the flight back! Ho ho ho!