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.
"Come, then," returned the nephew gaily. "What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You’re rich enough." subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol
"Christmas a humbug, uncle! You don’t mean that, I am sure." And so it began
"Mr. Scrooge, sir," Bob ventured, his voice trembling like a leaf in a gale. "It’s Christmas Eve. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire?" "Come, then," returned the nephew gaily
Scrooge awoke on Christmas morning, a changed man. The sun was shining, the bells were ringing, and his heart was no longer a frozen pea. It was a giant, warm, glowing ember.
He shared his counting-house with his clerk, Bob Cratchit, a man whose kindness was as vast as his paycheck was tiny. Bob, who happened to be a frog of great character, shivered in the corner, trying to warm his hands over a single, flickering candle.
