He ran to the window and called out to a boy in the street, "What day is it, my fine fellow?" "Today?" replied the boy. "Why, it’s Christmas Day!"
Scrooge looked up from his ledger, his eyes two icy blue beads. "Coal? You want coal? To burn? To waste? Bah! Humbug! If you’re cold, wear a scarf. Or two. Or ten." subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol
The door creaked open, and in bounced Fred, Scrooge’s nephew, a man whose smile could light up the gloomiest alley. "A Merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!" "Bah!" said Scrooge. "Humbug!" He ran to the window and called out
That night, as Scrooge sat in his lonely chambers, eating his gruel by the dying embers of a meager fire, a sound like the rattling of chains echoed through the house. The door flew open, and there, standing in the doorway, were the ghosts of his former partners, Jacob and Robert Marley. They were draped in heavy chains, forged from cashboxes, keys, padlocks, ledgers, deeds, and heavy purses wrought in steel. You want coal
"Christmas a humbug, uncle! You don’t mean that, I am sure."
And so it began. The Ghost of Christmas Past, a gentle, ethereal being, took Scrooge back to his youth, to the schoolroom where he sat alone, to the apprenticeship where he first felt the sting of greed. He saw the woman he loved, Belle, leave him because his heart had become a vault for gold.