Charles Dickens 
Christmas Carol 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Christmas a humbug, uncl’e! You don’t mean that, I am sure? I do. Out upon merry Christmas! What’s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour richer a time for balancing your books and having every item in ‘em through a round dozen of months presented dead against you? If I had 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!