And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet wet from the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how couldn't it be so? It came without drinking. It came without parades. It came without public urination, bar fights or beers. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if St Patrick's Day he thought, doesn't come from a bar? What if St Patrick's, perhaps, means a little bit more?