"Everyone in the city of London liked Christmas a lot,
But Ebenezer Scrooge, who lived in a dark part of London, did not.
Scrooge hated Christmas, the whole Christmas season,
Please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason.
It could be perhaps he made no money off of it,
It could be because he lost his first love before it.
"But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that his heart was 2 sizes too small.
But whatever the reason, his heart or his money,
"He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the merry.
Staring through his cracked window with a sour Scroogey frown,
At the warm, lighted windows across the town.
"And they're hanging their stockings," he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Christmas, it's practically here."
"They'll pay bills with no money, they age one year but earn no hour more,
"And even with prisons and workhouses to help, toss good money to the poor."
"And my foolish nephew and his wife will join friends to a feast,
"And they'll feast, and they'll feast, and they'll feast, feast, feast, feast!"
And the more Scrooge thought of what Christmas would bring,
The more Scrooge thought; "I must stop this whole thing."
"By the 53 years I've put up with it now,
"I must stop Christmas from coming, but how?"
"Then he got an idea, an awful idea,
"Scrooge got a wonderful, awful idea.
"I know just what to do," Scrooge laughed in his throat,
"I'll make 3 'Christmas ghost' masks and coats" (costumes of the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future and loads sacks and bags onto a carriage).
You're a mean one, Mr. Scrooge,
You really are bold.
You're as shriveled as a raisin, and you're really old, Mr. Scrooge.
You're a stingy miser with a . . .tight grip on gold.
You're a devil, Mr. Scrooge,
Your heart was forged in hell.
Your touch is ice old, and as iron as a bell, Mr. Scrooge.
I wouldn't invite you to dinner, even if I knew you well.
The the carriage started down,
For the homes of the people all a snooze in their town.
All their windows were dark, quiet snow filled the air,
All the people were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
"When he came to the first little house on the square (the Cratchits' house, dressed as 'Christmas Yet-To-Come).
And his slithered and slunked with a smile most unpleasant,
"Around the whole room and he took every present.
And he shoved all the gifts up the out the window with glee,
"And now," grinned Scrooge, "I stuff out the tree".
"And Scrooge took the tree as he started to shove,
"He heard a small sound, like the 'coo' of a dove.
"He turned around fast and saw a small boy,
'Tiny' Tim Cratchit, such a crippled young boy.
"What are you?" He asked in fear.
"Are you the Ghost of Christmas Future, why are you here?"
"But you know, old Scrooge was so smart and so slick,
"He thought up vague gestures and thought them up quick.
"He chose to speak without words, and nodded his head 'yes',
"He then started pointing at Tim with a 'hiss'.
"Me?" Tim asked. And Scrooge nodded in agreement,
He then pointed out the window, towards a grave stone of cement.
"You mean I shall die soon?" Tim asked in fear,
And Scrooge again nodded and gave Tim a tear.
His act fooled the child, then he patted his head,
And he gave him a drink and he sent him to bed.
And when Tiny Tim went into a sad pout,
He crept to the window and stuffed the tree out.
Then he did the same thing to other people's houses,
Leaving crumbs too small for other people's mouses (later packed up everything and riding up a mountain to the top).
"Boo-who to the fools", he was evilly humming,
"They're finding out that no Christmas is coming."
"They're just waking up I'll know just what they'll do.
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or 2,
"Then the fools down in London will all cry 'boo-hoo'".
"That's a noise," grinned Scrooge, "That I simply must hear,"
He paused, and Scrooge put a hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow,
It started in low, then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn't sad,
Why, the sound sounded glad.
Everyone down in London, tall and small,
Were singing, without any presents at all.
He hadn't stopped Christmas from coming, it came,
Somehow or other, it came just the same.
And Scrooge, with his feet ice cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling, "How could ti be so?"
"It came without ribbons, it came without tags,
"It came without packages, boxes, or bags.
He puzzled and puzzled, 'til his puzzler was sore,
Then Scrooge thought of something he hadn't before:
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a store,
"Maybe Christmas perhaps, means a little bit more."
And what happened then? Well in London they say,
That Scrooge's small heart grew 3 sizes that day.
He he brought back the toys, and the food for the feast,
Then he, he himself, Ebenezer Scrooge, carved the roast beast.
Scrooge made and kept many avow,
He did more and still does now.
Tiny Tim didn't die as feared, but got well,
And Scrooge was another father to him just as well.
Scrooge was a good friend and master,
And his manhood got better faster.
Scrooge knew how to keep Christmas well,
It's hoped that we all may do the same as him as well.
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