December 24, 1843
Today was filled with nothing but the tingle of frost on my nose and jolly people asking for donations for the poor. I walked in to my work (“Scrooge and Marley’s”) only to acquire a visit from a man wanting money. He told me it was to give to the poor. Well it is one’s fault if one is poor! Then my nephew came over to wish me a merry Christmas. How can anyone with his social status be so gay when they have bills to pay and no money for them? I simply said “BAH! Humbug!” to his response that he fell in love and that Christmas is about family. How is one supposed to believe such nonsense?
-SCROOGE
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