"Be it ever so heinous, there's no place like home.” — The Grinch
The Grinch's new home is special to his little, coal-black beating heart. It's the one place where he can be himself, relax in solitude and scheme about decorating for the holidays. Thanks to the buyer agent, he knows that almost anything goes when there is no watchful HOA! 👀
To show off his green-ness, the house was painted various shades of green with neon lime green trim. He then blacked out all windows, hung black Christmas lights around the eves, then spelled out BAH HUMBUG! on the roof. That brought him much mirthless joy!
A prickly wreath adorns the front door, made of barb wire, rusty nails and broken ornaments. Two large signs in the yard say, "NO CHRISTMAS CHEER ALLOWED!" expressing his disdain for the holiday season.
Despising the wintery landscape associated with Christmas, he brought out the Snow Whiz Turbo Blower. It's equipped with 1300000rpm's that he designed to deposit the fallen snow into the middle of the street and onto surrounding neighbors yards.
Feeling rather satisfied with the results of his anti-Christmas efforts, he settled down to eat Green Roast Beast of Burden, Grinch-Grinch Jello and Grinch Guacamole made in his likeness with complete silence. Then went to bed shortly thereafter, dreaming of a far away place called Whoville.
The End.
This story proves that "There's no place like home." and that local real estate agents are still a necessary force in helping to guide consumers to feel at home, when buying, though most would hope that a Grinch wouldn't move in next door.
Happy sales and Merry Grinchmas, er, I mean, Merry Christmas to all!
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