It was Christmas Eve. Everybody was excited.
Everybody that is except Scrooge. As usual the old miser was locked in his office.
Next to him a small fire burned in the stove. In the room next door his assistant, Bob Cratchit, was chilled to the bone.
Suddenly the door opened. “Happy Christmas, uncle!” said Fred, Scrooge's nephew.
“Happy?” grumbled Scrooge in response. “You are too poor to be happy”.
Fred ignored his uncle's miserable remark. “Forget your grumpy mood and come and have Christmas dinner with us tomorrow.”