"Mr. Grinch?!" Bricklebaum said in shock. The Grinch was standing in the doorway with a video tape in his hand; Max was standing beside him.

"Hi, Bricklebaum." Grinch said uneasily. "Can I… borrow your TV real quick?" He held up the tape. "I kinda need to watch this video. It's… a gift from Martha."

"Martha May? Oh, sure thing. Come on in, Grinchy. And you can bring Max in with ya. Television's right over here."

"Thanks."

The Grinch went in, walked over to the TV, inserted the tap into the VCR, turned the television on, hit play, sat back, and waited patiently. Max sat beside him while Bricklebaum stood in the hallway, wondering what was going on.

"What's on this tape, Grinchy?" He asked.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out." Grinch replied before the TV sparked to life. "Oh, it's starting. Be quiet."

"Oh hey, I just remembered I just made some cocoa. You want som—"

"Shut up! I need to see this."

The television suddenly showed an image of Martha May's dark bedroom; there weren't any light on but the window curtains were opened. Martha was adjusting the camera and when she got it straight, she sat near the window.

"Get it in focus, okay. Got it!" She shyly waved at the camera. "Hi, Mr. Grinch. It's Martha May, though I guess you kind of already knew that." She said before giggling nervously. "Sorry, I'm getting a little stage fright." The Grinch chuckled in slight amusement before Martha cleared her throat and turned back to the camera with a serious look on her face. She softly sighed as he went quiet. "I'm sorry; I need to be serious for this. Mr. Grinch, by the time you're watching this, I'll probably be long gone. I know you hate Christmas and people see you as a monster because you want them to, but… but I just want you to know that I know you're not a monster, no matter what people say. I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but please hear me out. Ever since we met, you and I have done so much together; you even helped me create some of the best and happiest memories I'll probably ever have in my entire life. Not just that… you're probably the best friend I've ever had. And it all happened…" She picked up the camera and pointed it out the window. "…right here, in this beautiful town. Isn't it remarkable? This place is full of so many possibilities. Each and every Who living here has an entirely unique experience. The sights they see, the sounds they hear, the things they do. The lives they live are so complicated… a-and so simple, all at the same time. I honestly couldn't ask for a better place to spend my Christmas and I sincerely hope to come back someday. And I thank you, for being my friend."

Martha then turned the video camera around to face her again. "And believe me when I say when you and I first met that night, I was more terrified of you than anything else. But then, you came to my rescue… and my entire view of you changed. I started to believe that you weren't a monster at all, just misunderstood. I asked myself tons of questions with no answers for, second guessing everything I knew. You may have done some bad things, but we all make mistakes. Sure, sometimes I did feel a little uneasy around you in the beginning, but then… I started to warm up to you and you started to treat me like a friend. Not just towards me, but towards Tina and Donna as well. As the days went by, I felt more and more comfortable and safe around you. But I need you to know that when I do leave for Who York, I will miss you. I'll miss seeing you every day, I'll miss hearing your voice and feeling your touch. I'll miss spending time with you. And you've proved to me that you're not all bad, especially after saving me and helping me all those times. Now that I've met you, I… I don't think I can ever imagine a life without you. But maybe, just maybe, in the future… you and I will meet again, Mr. Grinch. So, thank you for everything. This is for you." She pulled the camera closer to her and smiled a sad little smile. It was then that she began to sing.

"Where are you, Christmas?

Why can't I find you?

Why have you gone away?

My world is changing

I'm rearranging

Does that means Christmas changes too?

Where are you Christmas

Do you remember?

The girl you used to know

You and I were so carefree

Now nothing's easy

Did Christmas change?

Or just me…"

Martha sighed. "…Goodbye and merry Christmas."

She turned off the camera and the screen went to static before it went black. The Grinch stared at the TV screen with wide eyes in absolute shock; he had no idea what to say about any of this. Was any of it real, or was it all rehearsed? He couldn't tell anymore; he sat in silence for a minute or two. Reluctantly, he reached out and ejected the tape from the VCR. He looked at the video in his hand and felt like crying.

"Wow, that was… really something." Bricklebaum said.

The Grinch stood up with the tape still in hand; he headed towards the door. "I'll see you around, Bricklebaum."

"Okay. I guess I'll see ya later, Grinchy." Bricklebaum said before the Grinch and his dog headed out the door without saying another word.

As the Grinch and Max sat in front of the burning fireplace that evening, Grinch couldn't help but think about Martha and everything she said in the tape. Would that little girl really miss him? Or was it just a hoax? He looked at the framed photo of him and Martha; she looked so happy to be with him. He closed his eyes and hung his head with a sigh.

"No, it is better this way…" Max went up to his master and out his head on his knee. Grinch reached out and gently scratched the puppy's head. "I know, Max… I miss her, too."