December 24, 1843
Today was a horrid day. Nothing better than other days of this past year. Not that i didn't see this coming, Christmas Eve is as always full of nagging donation searchers and loud and unnecessary "Merry Christmas's". But as always i turn them away with a deserved "Humbug!". Sadly this doesn't seem to work on my too-cherry-for-his-own-good nephew. The boy doesn't understand that him and his precious love can be as happy as they want, but all i want is to keep my money to myself. That would do just fine for me. I went through my usual drab routine. Still putting up with my complaining employee who constantly bugs me for days off. But not getting too out of character i will do nothing less than be sure he is there bright and early the next morning.
With boredom,
Ebenezer Scrooge
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