Once upon a time -- of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve
A cheerful person entered the workplace. It is Scrooge's nephew.
Merry Christmas, Uncle!
Bah! Humbug
You don't mean that, I am sure?
Come, then, what right have you to be dismal?
I do! What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough!
If I could work my will, every idiot who goes about with “Merry Christmas” on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!