The (stinky) Grinch who stole Christmas

Ladies and Gentlemen, Sports Wall is once again very proud to present our Christmas Story. This year in honour of the retirement of Casey Stoner, we give you "The (stinky) Grinch who stole Christmas".  Its adapted (of course) from Dr Seuss "The Grinch" and full credit to Dr Seuss for the bits of the original story that he wrote. All the additional, new Moto GP bits were written by yours truly. So without further ado, here's part one.

Every boy
Down in moto gp-ville
Liked Christmas a lot...
But stinky the Grinch,
Who lived just south of moto gp-ville,
Did NOT!
Casey the Grinch was miserable all year round,
From April to November, he just frowned and frowned,
No one complained as much as Casey Stoner,
It made the other boys sad that he was such a moaner.
He always blamed everyone else with a sarcastic sigh,
And was so mean he once made Valentino Rossi cry.
The Grinch hated Christmas! And the whole racing season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that his head wasn't screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, that his leathers were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But,
Whatever the reason,
His heart or his too tight leathers
He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating them all (with pleasure),
Staring down from his garage with a sour, Grinchy frown
At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
For he knew Dani and Valentino down in moto gp-ville beneath
Were busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
He knew they would be laughing and playing kiss-chase,
All their flirting and smiling brought a bitter grimace to his face.
"And they're all hanging their stockings!" he snarled with a sneer.
"Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his grinch fingers nervously drumming,
"I MUST find a way to keep Christmas from coming!"
For, tomorrow, he knew...
...All the moto gp boys
Would wake up bright and early. They'd rush for their motorbike toys!
And then! The engines, the partying, the laughing Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise!
That's one thing he hated! The NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!