December 24, 1843
My nephew came today, for, it is Christmas Eve.... He told me, "A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!" Bah! Humbug! It was an impropriety. He then invited me to eat dinner with his family. I told him, "Good afternoon!" I have hatred for this time of year. Everyone is cheery, everyone is jolly. And no one gets any money! Yet still, everyone ignores me. And, have I not a problem with that. All the children run around telling the townspeople to have a merry Christmas. What right do they have to be merry? They are all poor enough! You find yourself a year older but not an hour richer! Every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart! He should! I should tell all those fools to keep Christmas their own way, and let me keep it in mine! The only thing more ridiculous than merry Christmas is falling in love! Bah! Nothing in the world should be joyous. Nor happy, loving, merry, gracious, pleasing or enthusiastic! Just leave me, and my clerk here, alone. And do NOT disturb us ever! You shall only learn that I will shun you from my counting-house.........
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