Christmas Stories — Page 4

The Curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand. It was a strange figure – like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man. The voice was soft and gentle. I am the ghost of Christmas Past.

Humbug ! Dickens’ s Christmas tale is retold as a mini-play, with Natasha and Rob playing all the parts between them including Scrooge! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching covetous old sinner!