The ghost led him down the street.
Everywhere they went, they could hear the happy shouts of people wishing each other a merry Christmas. Soon they came to another home he knew.
He and the ghost entered the bright, warm room where the family was sitting.
Everyone in the room was laughing at a story his nephew was telling.
“So when I told my Uncle Scrooge ‘Merry Christmas,’ he just said, ‘bah humbug.’”
Fred was telling about his visit to Scrooge’s office.
“I think he actually believes it, too.”
The nephew said.
“Can you imagine? Christmas a humbug.”
“I never liked that mean old man,” Fred’s wife said.
“He’s rich, but he helps no one. He even lives like he’s poor.”