Some time ago there was a man, not unlike so many others, who had just had enough of the crass commercialization of Christmas. As far as he could see the Meaning of Christmas was pure avarice guised in emotionally charged advertising. At least he was fortunate enough to see through it and would have nothing to do with it. "The meaning of Christmas," he thought, "What a joke."
So he secluded himself away in his country home as winter fell - and it fell relentlessly with layer upon layer of cold thick snow.
As he looked out his window he watched the birds unable to fend for themselves. They were shivering and starving and his heart sank while watching them suffer.
Knowing that common bread crumbs only give birds diarrhea, he bought some grain to give to them but every time he approached them the fluttered away and every time he left it out for them it was quickly covered with a fresh layer of snow. How he anguished at not being able to help these poor, helpless, starving creatures.
"Why, oh why," he lamented, "Could there not be some way to give what he had to these gentle creatures without intimidating them?"
Then it occurred to him... that was the Meaning of Christmas!
"And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
Maybe Christmas" he thought, "doesn't come from a store.
Maybe Christmas... perhaps... means a little bit more!"
- Dr. Seus, 1957
The Christmas Chronicles