“What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but 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 could work my will,» said Scrooge indignantly, «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.
«Uncle!» pleaded the nephew.
«Nephew!» returned the uncle sternly, «keep Christmas in your own way, and let me keep it in mine.»
«Keep it!» repeated Scrooge's nephew.”