On a cold, winter day, one man was sitting at his desk. His name was Bill Serotonin, and he was the manager of this business.
When ever a young, happy child or a generous poor man walks past him on the streets, he would always reply with a “Bah Humbug!”
Well, one cold, winter night, his worker, Leon Hutton, asked, “Manager, would it be possible if I leave work early today to return to my family for the holidays?”
Bill just looked at him with angered eyes. Then, Bill spoke, “What is this Christmas have on you and all the workers? Every year, you want to leave work early to be with your families on this humbug season! I have certainly had enough of the singing and jollying of all the citizens of this city. It is strange why a worker with minimal pay would celebrate a holiday without presents to share the joy of giving. What have you giving to the community but poor labor and humbug? If it wasn’t for me to give you money for your work, you would be forced to live outdoors where all the beggars are roaming the streets.”
“But, manager, surely you believe that Christmas is not only for giving gifts, but for celebrating the birth of Jesus. I mean, have you ever experienced a sign relief that God has given us a child that would save our fair world? What do you mean when you say that Christmas is a humbug? Christmas is joyful time when families come together, so I will leave for now to be with my family, while you sit on you chair working till your heart contents into a worthless, dirt pile! See yeah later, Mr. Serotonin!” replied Leon.
“Leon Hutton, you are fired from this business for now and forever! If you so ever take one foot back into this business, you shall be sued for whatever you are worth!” said Bill.
Leon Hutton went running out of the business commonly named Ronald and Bill. Bill went back to his work and so did everyone else in the room. Leon, however, felt that his wife and kids will not be happy about his decision.
When all the workers head home after a day of work, a bell would ring, which singled the close arrival of Christmas. Bill would just say humbug to everybody he bumped into on the streets.
“Bah Humbug!” Bill would say to a beggar.
When Bill was about to enter his house, his door knocker changed into Ronald Weber, his closest friend and business partner who has died in the recent years. Bill was very afraid of entering his house when he saw Ronald.
Bill, then, opened the door and proceeded to walk to his bedroom. He double-locked his door incase a beggar or robber tries to invade his house. After he locked his door, Bill walked to his bed, so he can fall asleep.
Although, right before he was about to climb into his bed, he saw a white figure coming towards him. He could not depict what it was until it came near him. It was Ronald Weber, as a ghost.
Ronald Weber had chains that were as long as wedding dress and as tight as a snake around its prey.
“Ronald? Why do you come near me on such a night? Has it been told that you will give me advice on how to be faithful to Christmas?” said Bill.
“Yes, it has! The book was written by…” replied Ronald.
“Charles Dickens!” Bill and Ronald said, together.
“Oh, Bill. I remember when we both used to love the holidays. Why do you now think the holidays are a humbug? Is it that you do not know the true meaning of Christmas or do you not know your past?” said Ronald.
“I do not understand! Are you not going to warn me about the three ghosts that will haunt me on this night? The book has foretold that the son of Scrooge would someday be visited by the same ghosts of his father. Am I wrong to this foretelling or do you intend to warn me about the ghosts? Tell me, Ronald Weber!” said Bill.
“It is true! You are to be visited by three ghosts, but I have also come to tell you of a fate that has bestowed upon you. The fate is that you will die from a horrible curse by a man named Leon. Do you know such a man?” replied Ronald.
“Yes, I do know him. He was a worker to our business when I fired him a few hours ago. He, of course, probably wanted revenge for my actions upon him. Ronald, can you offer his same fate unto him?” said Bill.
“No, I can not! If you take revenge on someone, then you might as well destroy yourself! Listen, Bill! If you want a rid of the curse, you must hold in your whole heart the true meaning of Christmas! Goodbye, Bill Serotonin!” said Ronald.
“But, wait! Ronald, what did you mean by your whole heart?” replied Bill.
“The first ghost will appear at the stroke of 1:00…” said Ronald, as he was about to leave the presence of Bill.
“Which ghost is that?” replied Bill.
“The second ghost will appear at the stroke of 2:00…”
“No, Ronald, do not leave!” said Bill.
“The last ghost will come at its on time! Goodbye, Bill Serotonin!” said Ronald, as he was floating into the sky.
Bill was very scared at this point. He forgot what each ghost was and what it would show him.
Bill quickly jumped into bed, and started to fall asleep. An hour past, until the first ghost would appear to Bill as Ronald had said to him.