I had a bit of a “why didn’t I think of that!” moment recently when I read the following words from the pen of Olivia Rutigliano over at CrimeReads.
“…an outsider with no formal power who deliberately connives to swipe Christmas from those who celebrate it, precisely because it bothers him that they do. A crotchety hermit who lives alone on a mountain that overlooks a village, that happily celebrates Christmas annually. He watches them celebrate, year after year, until he figures that if he steals everything from them, they won’t be able to celebrate. But when he makes off with all their decorations, presents, and foodstuffs…”
Sounds like a bit of a twist on your typical heist tale, right? The burglar is methodical and detail-oriented, stealing everything in sight and lying to a child when he’s caught red-handed. He’d fit right in with Danny Ocean’s crew. He’s got a loyal side-kick, motives that seem reasonable to him and in the end, is redeemed by forgiveness, joy and humility.
So what’s the title of this great heist tale?
“How The Grinch Stole Christmas” by Ted Geisel AKA Dr. Seuss.