“Bah," said Scrooge, "Humbug.”
“Christmas a humbug, uncle!" said Scrooge's nephew.
"You don't mean that, I am sure?"
"I do," said Scrooge. " Merry Christmas!
What right have you to be merry?
What reason have you to be merry?
You're poor enough.”
“Come, then," returned the nephew gaily.
"What right have you to be dismal?
What reason have you to be morose?
You're rich enough.”
Scrooge, having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment said, “Bah!” again; and followed it up with
“A Merry Christmas, Bob!” said Scrooge with an earnestness that could not be mistaken,
as he clapped him on the back.
“A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you for many a year!
I’ll raise your salary, and endeavour to assist your
struggling family, and we will discuss your affairs this very afternoon, over a Christmas bowl of Smoking Bishop, Bob!
Make up the fires and buy another coal-scuttle
before you dot another i, Bob Cratchit!”