The Grinch - Bedtime Story

Someone has stolen all of the Christmas decorations in the Honeybee Neighborhood!! Join me, Melodybee, and Mr. Honeybee to figure out who is up to no good...I think I've got an idea! Let's go find....Mr. Grinch!!

Love, Mrs. Honeybee

Transcript

Bedtime with Mrs.

Honeybee Today,

In the Honeybee neighborhood,

We'll be getting a visit from a very green friend.

We have a green friend?

I won't be telling the praying mantis that lives in our backyard you said that,

Mr.

Honeybee.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

We have so many green friends.

But which one will visit us,

Mrs.

Honeybee?

He doesn't really like Christmas,

And his name rhymes with the pinch.

I must stop this Christmas from coming!

All you have to do is close your eyes,

Get cozy,

And listen to the sound of my voice.

Mrs.

Honeybee will be your guide.

Let's begin.

You are here,

Walking the last few steps up to our brightly colored door,

Which is even brighter this evening because it's lined with Christmas lights.

They twinkle along the outline of the door in a repeating pattern that's somewhat hypnotizing as you walk up the driveway.

Right foot,

Left foot,

Right foot,

Left foot.

As you lift your hand to knock,

Our front door flies open,

And Mr.

Honeybee nearly walks right into you,

Full of purpose.

Oh,

That was close.

Little Honeybee,

You're here!

We were just heading out to a neighborhood watch.

Did you hear about the Christmas decorations?

They've gone missing.

Well,

Some of them.

This is terrible.

Oh,

Good.

It looks like ours are still here.

Who would steal Christmas decorations?

We're going to find out tonight.

Here my little Honeybee,

You better bundle up.

I made us some hot apple cider for our shift.

Come on,

Harold.

We'll need your sharp nose on the case.

You take the warm apple cider in your hands as I wrap you in an even warmer coat,

Hat,

Scarf and mittens.

You're so puffy wrapped inside all of the warmth that you can hardly see over the scarf.

Mr.

Honeybee tries to push it down so you can see better,

But I quickly wrap him up just the same to make sure all my people are warm and cozy on this night shift of the neighborhood watch.

Adjust the soft,

Fuzzy scarf so you can see as you follow us back down the driveway and along the sidewalk.

You're not sure where we're going to do our watching,

But you're sure happy to have the sweet smell of the apple cider streaming into the cool,

Wintry air.

Take a slow,

Deep breath in through your nose.

Feel your chest and your spirits lift.

Then slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth and sip your warm apple cider as you walk with Harold trotting by your side.

There's a small group of us who have taken to the streets to monitor any and all activity on this intel gathering mission.

We have to get to the bottom of the mystery of the missing decorations.

A giant inflatable Santa Claus has disappeared.

Miles of Christmas lights have been disconnected and taken,

And even someone's snowman that was made with actual snow was stolen.

Someone in the honeybee neighborhood is trying their best to steal Christmas,

But we won't let them.

After a few loops around the block and just about the last sip of your apple cider,

We see something stirring in the shadows.

We think quick and move even quicker to blend in and hide ourselves behind trees,

In bushes,

And behind fences.

You hold Harold in close as you and I duck behind a fence as quietly as you can.

If you can just peek over the top of this wooden fence,

You will have a clear view of the culprit.

Mr.

Honeybee peeks up out of the bushes and gasps silently,

But loud enough for Melody Bee to peek out from the trunk of a tree to see it too.

You and I are the last to look,

But we carefully do.

The festive and brightly decorated house across the street comes into view just as it is stripped of its lights strand by strand.

The icicle lights that line the roof are angrily torn down with one forceful tug.

The multicolor lights that twinkle from a tree top in their front yard go dark as they too are yanked down.

One by one,

Each and every decoration is stolen heartlessly.

When the culprit fills his massive bag with confiscated Christmas cheer,

He moves on to the next house and then the next.

When he gets to the fourth house in a row and under a particularly bright street lamp,

We see his green,

Self-satisfied smirk.

It's the Grinch.

Let's celebrate with fringe.

Let's get him.

No one steals Christmas from the Honeybee neighborhood.

Wait,

My dear.

Just wait.

There's no time to wait.

He's getting away with our Christmas cheer.

Just wait.

We know who it is now.

We just need him to lead us to where he's keeping the decorations.

Oh,

Good idea,

Mrs.

Honeybee.

Like a good neighborhood watch force,

We silently track the Grinch as he steals Christmas cheer left and right.

When he's filled his enormous thieving bag,

He resolves to turn back around and head to wherever he's staying.

This is why we didn't want to confront him.

This is the intel we need to solve this Christmas conundrum.

We duck under the cover of night and follow the Grinch all the way to the outskirts of the Honeybee neighborhood.

He's grown tired of dragging his bag of stolen decorations behind him.

But that doesn't seem to stop him from stealing a few more trinkets along the way.

He has so much stolen cheer in his possession that he has to hold it in his arms because it won't fit in the bag.

He has to readjust every block or so just to continue dragging it.

Though we're hot on the trail of the Grinch,

You know that in order to do your best detective work,

You need to remain focused and calm both inside and out.

Take a slow deep breath in through your nose.

Feel the coolness of the chilly air coming in through your nose.

Then slowly breathe all the way out through your mouth in clouds of warm breath that puff into the night.

With one last right turn,

Then left,

The Grinch finally leads us to his underground lair.

He brushes some branches aside and opens the creaky door.

He disappears downstairs that lead underground and struggles to fit his bag through the narrow opening.

After several tugs,

It finally squeezes through.

He stays down there for a few moments,

Then emerges,

Smirking and ready to steal some more Christmas cheer.

The Grinch heads back out into the night to strip the rest of the neighbors' houses of decorations.

He's so focused on prideful gloating that he doesn't even see us,

Even when Harold almost charged at him in a fit of frustration that was hard to contain.

Once the coast is clear,

We make our way to the hidden door.

We sweep all the branches to the side and open the creaky door once again.

We walk carefully down the dark steps.

Right foot,

Left foot,

Right foot,

Left foot.

It's too dark to see underground,

But Melody B.

Flutters up ahead and finds a light bulb connected to an old rusted chain.

We join Melody B.

In the heart of the Grinch's lair,

Where a single cracked light bulb shines on all of our neighbors' stolen cheer.

Santas and gingerbread men and reindeer decorations smile out of piles they're haphazardly stacked in.

You walk over to one set of reindeer with a golden sleigh and set them upright.

Mr.

Honeybee drapes them with strands of garland and tinsel he finds on the other side of the lair.

Before we know it,

We find ourselves decorating the Grinch's lair,

Which gives me an idea.

What do you think the Grinch would do if he came back to find his lair decorated for Christmas from top to bottom?

It's a long shot,

But maybe he's never experienced the joy of coming home to a festive feeling that's waiting for you.

Instead of taking our stuff back just to start an endless back and forth tug of war with Christmas decorations,

Let's give the Grinch some of our Christmas cheer.

We have plenty of decorations and cheer to go around.

We get right to work decorating every inch of the Grinch's lair.

We wrap nearly everything we see in strings of Christmas lights,

Tinsel and garland.

We inflate all the inflatable Santas and snowmen and reindeer.

The ones that are too big,

We move outside so the Grinch can see them on his walk home.

And hopefully he can know that someone cares about him and forgives him for stealing cheer.

You,

Harold,

And Mr.

Honeybee drag some of the bigger decorations back out through the creaky door,

While Melodybee and I put the finishing touches on the inside.

Now we wait.

Each of us picks a hiding spot in nearby trees and bushes so we can witness the Grinch experience Christmas cheer of his own for the first time.

But luckily we do not have to wait very long because the Grinch is on his way back to his lair now.

We can hear him grumbling and groaning the whole walk home.

He gets much closer than we expect him to before he notices something is very different than when he left.

The Grinch gasps,

Shocked,

And drops his second enormous bag of confiscated decorations.

He rushes over to his drab lair with a fury only the Grinch's heart,

Two sizes too small,

Nothing bare to hold.

The outside decorations shimmer and gleam against the backdrop of the darkness that shrouds his lair.

He knows someone has disturbed his lair,

But he doesn't know who or why.

He descends the steps once again to see everything has changed.

His lair is so perfectly decorated and he has no clue how it came to be that way.

At first he thrashes about,

Breaking everything he sees,

But once he moves back his ferocious,

Grinchy rage,

He settles into a feeling of curiosity.

Thinking he just experienced a Christmas miracle,

He wonders to himself if maybe there is something to this whole Christmas spirit thing.

Before he can change his mind,

We quietly appear in his lair.

He hears our footsteps and turns around,

Ready to react.

It's okay,

Grinch.

It's just us.

You know us,

The Honeybees.

This is my little Honeybee and our little dog,

Harold,

And that's Melodybee.

Hi,

Grinch.

Or do you prefer the Grinch?

Mr.

Grinch?

Either way,

Either way,

It's fine.

We'll talk about it later.

Mr.

Grinch,

We wanted to make sure you felt included in the holiday cheer so you didn't have to steal anyone else's.

We hope you like your new underground lair.

You obviously have enough decorations.

Did you see over here,

Grinch?

We spelled your name in only green lights.

We watch as the Grinch processes everything,

Including the small flicker of love and peace that crept up in his heart.

All of his huffing and puffing quiets down enough for him to mutter a nearly imperceptible thank you under his breath.

That gesture is good enough for us.

We have just enough decorations left to decorate the Grinch himself,

And we waste not a second more before we do so.

After experiencing a change of heart that grew his heart three times in size so it's now even bigger and more full of love than the average heart,

The Grinch simply cannot accept keeping these decorations.

He quickly tears them all down,

Eager to return them to their owners.

We try to slow him down,

But he's resolute on righting his wrongs.

He packs up everything,

Piece by piece,

Smiling back at the smiling decorations as he bags them up and drags them back up the stairs and back to their rightful home.

We take turns dragging the bag because it's quite heavy.

But to the Grinch,

The bags feel much lighter without the burden of Grinchiness in his heart.

As we walk back into the heart center of the Honeybee neighborhood,

Our neighbors hear us coming,

Dragging the bag along the sidewalk.

They all gather in their front yards,

Wondering what's going on.

We explain all that has happened on this wonderfully chilly night,

And they exclaim with joy.

They are all squarely in the Christmas spirit and are more than willing to give the Grinch a second chance.

With that,

The Grinch stands up on his two enormous bags of stolen Christmas decorations and proclaims,

I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas.

And I'm sorry.

Surprisingly,

Some of the neighbors suggested something we didn't think of.

What if we set up Christmas decorations in a central location so everyone can enjoy them?

We think for a moment and check in with all the neighbors who have lost their things.

Each and every one of them agrees to donate their cheer to the cause.

Not only that,

The Grinch felt left out of Christmas before,

And this was quite the invitation.

But it worked.

Now we have a neighborhood-wide place full of festive Christmas cheer.

Anyone,

Even the Grinch,

Can come to enjoy the Christmas spirit.

There's no better place to fill with decorations than at the heart center of the Honeybee neighborhood where the oak tree we planted so long ago continues to grow.

We drape it with lights and decorate the entire hilltop with all the recovered decorations.

When we're done,

We stand back to look at what we've managed to accomplish.

The warmth of the lights shines on our cheeks,

And we all join in for a neighborhood-wide Christmas hug.

It's quite late now and getting cooler.

Our neighbors return to their houses one by one until it's just us and the Grinch left.

We turn to leave,

But he refuses.

He says that instead of going back to his lair,

He would like to stay up for the night shift of Honeybee neighborhood watch.

To patrol this special place full of Christmas cheer,

Just in case there are any other Grinches out there,

We remind him that he's one of a kind and that we're so happy to have him as our newest friend and neighbor.

Always remember,

Mrs.

Honeybee believes in you.

You are special and you are loved.

I can't wait to see you again.

Reviews

It’s really good and one of my favourites! Helps me sleep betteer

Loved it. Btw the grinches laugh is hilarious lol 😆. Good night Mrs.honeybee.

Why give me warm apple cider when I'm to young
As per usual very amazing you have the softest voice ever thank you

Best Story Of ALL-TIME! I LOVE THE GRINCH MOVIE AND BEDTIME STORY.

How old is Jeff 😒😛 I love you mrs. honeybee Love your meditations too
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Fell asleep so fast😴😴 Goodnight! I love Christmas

Loved it mrs. Honeybee.❤️❤️❤️ please respond mrs. Honeybee

👍merry Christmas 🎄 please make one about the nightmare before Christmas

Loved it 😍

Sorry I didn’t like it 👎

I love love loved it. I remember oaky that’s what I named mine anyone who sees this I hope will put in their message what they named their tree.

Maybe you can make one where Harry Potter moves in to a house and Hedwig uses oaky for her vacation home.

Still I’d love a owl besides Hedwig to live in my tree.🎅🏻🤶🏻🧑🏻‍🎄🎄🌲☃️⛄️🎁🛍🎀

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So good om so excited for Christmas 🤶 s happy holiday's love beth good night miss honeybee 🐝