Santa Grinch
The Grinch's sleigh had seen better days. Once a gleaming red sled, it was now a rusted, dented mess, held together with duct tape and Christmas lights. As he loaded it up with his latest haul of stolen gifts, the Grinch couldn't help but notice a strange scent wafting from the dashboard.
"What in Whoville is that?" he growled, wrinkling his green nose. Rummaging around, he discovered a Santa-themed car freshie, its once-festive scent now a sickly-sweet mockery of holiday cheer.
The Grinch let out a frustrated snarl, snatching up the offending air freshener and hurling it into the distance. "Bah, humbug!" he spat, climbing into the creaky sled and gunning the engine. As he sped away, a trail of pine-scented smoke billowed in his wake, a final middle finger to the trappings of the season he so despised.
The Grinch's sleigh had seen better days. Once a gleaming red sled, it was now a rusted, dented mess, held together with duct tape and Christmas lights. As he loaded it up with his latest haul of stolen gifts, the Grinch couldn't help but notice a strange scent wafting from the dashboard.
"What in Whoville is that?" he growled, wrinkling his green nose. Rummaging around, he discovered a Santa-themed car freshie, its once-festive scent now a sickly-sweet mockery of holiday cheer.
The Grinch let out a frustrated snarl, snatching up the offending air freshener and hurling it into the distance. "Bah, humbug!" he spat, climbing into the creaky sled and gunning the engine. As he sped away, a trail of pine-scented smoke billowed in his wake, a final middle finger to the trappings of the season he so despised.
The Grinch's sleigh had seen better days. Once a gleaming red sled, it was now a rusted, dented mess, held together with duct tape and Christmas lights. As he loaded it up with his latest haul of stolen gifts, the Grinch couldn't help but notice a strange scent wafting from the dashboard.
"What in Whoville is that?" he growled, wrinkling his green nose. Rummaging around, he discovered a Santa-themed car freshie, its once-festive scent now a sickly-sweet mockery of holiday cheer.
The Grinch let out a frustrated snarl, snatching up the offending air freshener and hurling it into the distance. "Bah, humbug!" he spat, climbing into the creaky sled and gunning the engine. As he sped away, a trail of pine-scented smoke billowed in his wake, a final middle finger to the trappings of the season he so despised.