How the Grinch Stole… Your Smooth Skin

Every Who down in Whoville liked holiday cheer,
But the Grinch? He liked stubble. And itch. And fear.

He crept into bathrooms late Christmas Eve night,
With razors that tugged and foam that felt tight.

He whispered, “Just shave, it’s quick, it’s just fine,”
As redness appeared in a very straight line.

He stole all their time. He stole all their calm.
He left them with bumps and skin begging for balm.

Armpits were angry. Legs started to burn.
“Why do I do this?” they’d all start to learn.

The Grinch grinned wide as the irritation grew,
Because nothing says Christmas like regret… right, Who?

But then—what was this? A change in the air?
A smoother solution? A pause? A glare?

The Whos stopped the cycle. They stopped the rush.
They ditched the razor. They chose something… hush.

No cuts. No bumps. No panic to hide.
Just smooth, calm skin—and confidence beside.

The Grinch felt confused. His grin started to crack.
Because smooth skin meant… he couldn’t come back.

And that’s when it happened, in bathrooms galore—
The Grinch lost his power. He wasn’t in charge anymore.

So if this season your skin starts to complain,
Remember: irritation is optional pain.

Choose smooth. Choose calm. Choose holiday cheer.
And don’t let the Grinch ruin your skin this year.