Author's note: The original story “A Christmas Caroll” belongs to Charles Dickens.

Jacob Mightyena Marley was dead.  His working partner, Ebenezer Farfetch’d Scrooge inherited from him to pay Marley’s funeral.  But Scrooge was egoistic and loved money more than anything.  Instead of paying the funeral, he kept the money and threw Marley’s ashes in the river!  Everyone in town disliked him, except his employee, Bob Pikachu Cratchit who was pure-hearted and loved everybody.  Bob was poor, but always tried to be the happiest possible and thanked God for everything good He gave him.  One day, at work, Bob was cold and decided to light the fire.
“Cratchit, you already lit the fire last week!  Stop that and continue working!”, Scrooge shouted.
Bob Pikachu went back to work.  He had a question to ask to Scrooge.  He hesitated a bit and then asked it.
“Mr. Scrooge, it’s Christmas tomorrow and… I’d like you to give me a day off for Christmas… Would you do it?”
“Christmas… Yeah, I can give you day off… But you won’t get paid today!  The other days, I’ll still give you your 2 shillings…”
“Two shillings and a half, sir!”
“Oh, yes, I forgot you had a salary rise three years ago.”
“It’s because you gave me your clothes to wash!”
“Enough talking now!  Continue to work, just like I do!  But wait: I’ve got a bag of dirty clothes for you!”
He threw a bag full of clothes to Bob.
“Yes, sir!”
Then, Fred Psyduck, Ebenezer’s nephew, entered the office.
“Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas to you, Mr. Fred!”, Bob told him.
“What are these stupid things?”, Scrooge asked angrily.  “Why would Christmas be ‘merry’? It’s a day just like all the others!  Everyone who wishes merry Christmas should be killed, like their turkey!”
“But, Mr. Scrooge, Christmas is a good day to spend with your family and-“, Bob started.
“I say Christmas is stupid!”
“I’m sorry, uncle, but I disagree with you!”, Fred said.  “Merry Christmas to everyone!”
“Yes, Mr.Fred!”, Bob cheered.
He applauded him.
“Cratchit!”, Scrooge yelled.  “You’re not working!”
“I’m sorry, it’s because I’m cold and I have difficulties to write, sir…”
He continued to work.
“Fred, why are you here?”, Ebenezer asked.
“I’m here to invite you to celebrate Christmas at my home.”
“I bet you’ll have a big feast.”
“Yes.”
“With a turkey and chocolate pudding?”
“Yes, yes.”
“And a fruitcake too?”
“Yes, yes!  You’re welcome to the party!  Will you come?”
“That’s what you think, you idiot!  You know I hate all those things!  Get out of there, NOW!”
He kicked him out.