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.
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. subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol
In the drafty, cobblestoned heart of London, where the fog clung to the gaslights like a cold, wet wool coat, lived a man whose heart was a frozen pea. Ebenezer Scrooge was his name, and to say he was "mean" was like saying the sun was "a bit warm." He was a tight-fisted, squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner. He sent a giant turkey to the Cratchits,