A short diary entry about how Scrooge feels about Christmas and his little sister that I wrote as English homework that was levelled as 7b by my English teacher…
Dear Diary,
Christmas. A time of great joy and cheer. Bright, enigmatic lights illuminated the dark, damp streets, whilst delicate, glass ornaments hung carefully from the branches of Christmas trees. Various compositions of laughter and singing knocked on every door; these doors belonged to the houses that had been decorated with the velvet-red ribbons and fresh, green holly that sparkled under the striking lights of Christmas. Many parties of young lads rushed out of the huge, oak-wood doors of the school. They were making their joyous way home, some in carriages, on horses and many ones on foot, back to the faces of those who loved them.
However, one, dusty and sombre room remained occupied during this time. I, Ebenezer Scrooge, was the only one who didn't have the privilege of a welcoming home, or a loving father for that matter. The only love that I have ever been given to was from Fan, my dear, dear Fan, my loving sister. She was the one to lend me a helpful hand in my time of loneliness and despair.