Subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol · Secure

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."

Finally, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, a silent, shrouded figure, showed him a future where his name was whispered with contempt, where his death was met with indifference, and where Tiny Tim’s seat at the table was empty.

"Scrooge!" they wailed, their voices a discordant symphony of regret. "We are here to warn you! Change your ways, or suffer our fate!" Scrooge, trembling, asked, "What must I do?" subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol

"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!" Scrooge looked up from his ledger, his eyes

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.

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!" To burn

"You will be haunted," they replied, "by three spirits. Expect the first when the bell tolls one."