Number 4

I lock the counting house against the biting freeze Must visit the

exchange before I take my ease "Good evening,

Mr. Scrooge, go home and keep the peace?" No!

Christmas is a waste,

an idle thief of fees Good evening gentlemen,

humph!

Leave me be!

Frost upon the iron gate,

darkness thick and cold Upon the heavy door,

what sight do I behold?

Not brass, not steel,

but Marley's ghostly stare!

(gasp) Just

startled nerves, it cannot linger there

Time for bed,

let these old bones climb the stair

A bowl of watery gruel beside a meager grate

Bolts drawn tight against the night and frozen fate

"Scroooooge!"

(hark!) "Scroooooge, I come for you tonight!"

Bah! Humbug!

Begone from my sight!

It is only indigestion,

a fragment of raw cheese (shivering breath) Nothing walks the stair,

no ghost upon the breeze Bah

humbug... I said

bah

humbug...