Once upon a time there was a businessman, his name was Ebenezer Scrooge. He was not a friendly man. He was very rich, but he never spent it. You could say that he was very stingy. It was almost Christmas, but Scrooge didn’t want to have anything to do with it. ‘Nonsense,’ was his opinion. He had asked his bookkeeper, Bob Cratchit, to work on Christmas Eve. Together they went through all the finances of the year until Scrooge finally let the poor man go home to his family around midnight. Then he left the office to go home himself. That evening Scrooge got a visitor. It was his cousin Fred. ‘Uncle, come to our house for Christmas dinner,’ asked Fred. ‘Oh what rubbish,’ answered Scrooge, ‘I hate Christmas!’ And that’s how Scrooge, heartless, sent his nephew back into the cold. He was a tough one, this Scrooge. Even collectors for the poor were mercilessly sent away by Scrooge. ‘Work for your money! I do!’ he yelled. And even worse, he yelled after the collectors: ‘the more poor people di