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.
"I do," said Scrooge. "Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough."
He ran to the window and called out to a boy in the street, "What day is it, my fine fellow?" "Today?" replied the boy. "Why, it’s Christmas Day!" subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol
Scrooge looked up from his ledger, his eyes two icy blue beads. "Coal? You want coal? To burn? To waste? Bah! Humbug! If you’re cold, wear a scarf. Or two. Or ten."
He sent a giant turkey to the Cratchits, more than enough to feed a dozen frogs. He gave a massive raise to Bob, and promised to help his family in every way he could. He went to Fred’s house and joined in the festivities, his laughter joining the chorus of joy. He shared his counting-house with his clerk, Bob
"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?"
And from that day forward, it was said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man as the good old city knew. And as Tiny Tim observed, "God bless us, every one!" "Merry Christmas
The door creaked open, and in bounced Fred, Scrooge’s nephew, a man whose smile could light up the gloomiest alley. "A Merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!" "Bah!" said Scrooge. "Humbug!"