Stave Five
Scrooge had slept in an instant, snoring heavily. He had nightmares that night.
When he woke up, he felt rested. Renewed.
Why, what a lovely morning, he thought, and opened the window to let the sun in. It was still wintertime but it was a dash warm. He smiled and stretched and took in the fresh air.
His neighbour saw him from next door. “Merry Christmas!” Scrooge bellowed at him. The neighbour was surprised and closed his window shut in fear.
Scrooge looked around. “Such a gloomy house. I better get some decorations,” he said to himself and made coffee to start his day.
Outside his cousin’s door, he rang the bell and waited. As soon as he opened it, Scrooge hugged his cousin, or at least tried to get his arms around the big man, and said, “Merry Christmas dear cousin!”
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