A Chistmas Carol

December 24, 1843

"Bah," said I as my nephew wished me a "merry" Christmas. He came by quarter after three to start ruining my already bleak day. With his happyiness brought my employe a smile. "Bah," I say, "Who needs a Christmas." With an absense of both of them brought two chairity workers. "Humbug," I say, "Why don't the poor work at the mills." Their response was that the poor would rather die, than work in a mill. I say, "Why don't they die than, decress the poverty."