Nephew. Keep it? But you don't keep it!
Scrooge. Let me leave it alone then. What good has Christmas ever done you?
Nephew. Christmas is a kind time, a time to think of those who need help. It is a time when people smile and say cheery words.
I believe that Christmas has done me good and will do me good, and I say, "God bless it!"
Scrooge. Bah! Humbug!
Nephew. It is a time when you might help Bob Cratchit. He needs help. Tiny Tim, his little lame son, needs help.
Scrooge. Why did you come here? Let Bob Cratchit help himself! I am rich, but who made me rich? Did Christmas?
Nephew. Don't be angry, uncle! Come! Have dinner with us tomorrow. You must be lonely.
Scrooge. I never give dinners to anyone, and I never take them with anyone. A foolish custom!
If you have nothing better to say, good night!
Nephew. [Going to his uncle and offering him his hand.] Let us be friends.
Scrooge. [Angrily turning away.] Good night!
Nephew. I am sorry to find you so cross, but I will not quarrel with you. It is Christmas Eve, and Christmas should make us cheerful and happy. So, a Merry Christmas, uncle!
Scrooge. [Still more angrily.] Good night!
Nephew. And a Happy New Year!
Scrooge. [Standing up, waving spoon toward the door and almost shouting.] GOOD NIGHT!
[Scrooge's nephew goes out. Scrooge sits by the fire, scraping the bowl and scowling. Suddenly, bells begin to ring gayly.
The door opens, and the Christmas Fairy, young and beautiful, comes in. A bright star shines on her forehead, and she holds a wand of holly.]