Amazing Kids! Magazine

How I Helped a Grouch Love Christmas

By Nasaiyah Owens, age 12, San Pablo, CA


It was a snowy Christmas Eve in Denver. Everywhere I went, I could see Christmas carolers and shiny, snowy, slippery cars.

At the end of my block lived an old grouch, and that night, I just happened to stop by and wish him a merry Christmas. His house looked like it needed some decorations, so I knocked on the door, but before I could speak—boom! He slammed the door in my face.

Christmas morning, I saw the grouch sobbing on the porch. I asked him what was wrong.

“The holidays are sad,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I lost my wife on this very day, thirty years ago.”

Thirty years ago! I couldn’t believe that this poor man had hated Christmas for thirty years!

He went inside for a minute or two, then came out with a book and showed me photos of a beautiful young woman who looked like a superstar.

“Is that your wife?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Well, enough of talking about sad things. Would you go to a Christmas party?”

“I don’t know…” he said hesitantly.

“Come on. If you change your mind, I’ll pick you up at 6:00 pm.”

When I stopped by at 6 later, the grouch opened the door, looking stunning. He had a black suit with a colorful tie and shimmering black shoes.

We danced all night with all our neighbors until the grouch got tired. I took him home, and he thanked me for his first wonderful Christmas in thirty years.

I smiled and went home to get ready for bed.