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Scrooge's Christmas Morning

2011-12-18T18:44:00.001+05:30

December 25^th, 1844

Monday

09.00 A.M.

Dear Diary

I had the strangest transformation last night. I’m afraid I don’t have time to elaborate right now, but I will make it a point to record my experience. It was just a dream, but afraid of its realism, I’m compelled to go and rectify all my wrongs. I just paid this little lad to take a giant turkey to Cratchit’s house. It makes me feel good, as a matter of fact.

I have decided to pay my nephew a visit after all. Thanks to Almighty, I have a chance to change myself before it’s too late. It’s better to do something about the way I am than regret it years later when i’m cold in my grave.

As strange as it may seem, this is the time to change. Only if I’d had someone to call my own all these years, I wouldn’t be bearing this cold on my own. I would have had a reason to live each day as it came to me. But there’s still time, and i’m exhilarated!

It suddenly seems like it’s not just a time of festivity, but a time to let down my guard and become a better person, for it is not just good for me, but for the world at large..

Scrooge

Scrooge's Christmas Eve

2011-12-18T18:43:00.002+05:30

December 24^th, 1844

Sunday

10.35 P.M.

Dear Diary

Today marks the official beginning of the worst time of the year, or as fools like Cratchit would like to call it- the time of festivity. It’s strange how people who’re poor all round the year are suddenly able to afford cakes and gifts for their families. I think it’s just a ridiculous way used by the businessmen all over the town to make profits out of the poor man’s pocket. Everyone thinks this time of the year is spent best at home. Just a lame excuse to get away from work if you ask me. Just slackers, all of them.

Anyway, Cratchit’s on leave for Christmas, just like the other men in town. I don’t know what is there to celebrate. Fred came to invite me over for Christmas dinner with his family. I obviously declined because I don’t see the point in being a part of what I have always been against. Humbugs, all of them!

Just as I had expected, two ‘gentlemen’ came to ask me for some charity thing, but I flatly refused to spend even a penny from my pocket over all of this. Everyone knows how much money actually goes to charity.

I wish people understood that it makes absolutely no sense to blow money and time, when they don’t even have enough to eat. No matter how much the rest of the world would hate me, I still like enjoying the comfort of my apartment because it’s my own, in the way I like to, be it Christmas or no Christmas.

Little do they know what I have been through in life. Never have i been this fortunate or wealthy, for that matter.

Scrooge

Diary Entry By A Refugee

2011-03-30T15:15:00.001+05:30

20th January, 1958
Friday
Time: 2145 hours
Dear Diary
Today was one of the most glorious and pleasant days in all of history, at least for me. Life at the refugee camp was just about to become a permanent way of life, but my hope made the greatest miracle happen. Grandmother could no longer stand to live in that dingy tent corner we own, so we set out to go back to our village all by ourselves. Most of the refugees wanted to join us, including the leader, so we let them. As we were once again on our way, I was determined to keep walking. All of us were. After walking for so many months now, we made to our village this morning. I’m nearly 13 years old now. We walked up to our burnt house, which to out surprise- was now re-painted with a roof on it- and housed the rest of my small family there! My first-born brother and I were jumping with joy. All of us now had no more nights in another country and no more migrating and all of us were united miraculously once again. We had food to eat and clothes to wear. I felt as though the house rebuilt itself and was waiting for our return…

I thank God for bringing us together again. I hope it’s not just a dream and I wake up to the smiles of my beautiful family every morning.

Nadine

Diary Entry by Scrooge in The Christmas Carol

2011-03-30T14:42:00.000+05:30

25th December, 1844
Monday
10:30 P.M.
Dear Diary
I had the scariest experience today. Marley- my dead business partner- Marley, visited me! He was chained . When I asked him about it, he said something that was beyond me . I just understood one thing- I will be haunted by three ghosts. The first ghost came at around 1 A.M. . He was short-statured. He showed me how I sat alone in the school hall while all the other children were out celebrating Christmas. Then he showed me Fan, my beloved sister. I refused to go back home with her. The he showed my lady love Belle. She looked just as beautiful as she used to be. But then, she left me. As it was about 2 A.M., the second ghost appeared. He showed me the current scenario at Cratchit's home. I never knew of his little son, tiny Tim. Then at 3 A.M., came the third ghost, who was the scariest of them all. He showed me the future of tiny Tim, which was untimely death. After which, he showed me this dingy room with an unattended corpse on the bed, on which i was lying. And yes, it was ME. My business partners were happy that I was no more. But now, I resolve to be a good man because the ghost told me i could change the future he showed me. God bless the world!

Scrooge