Charles Dickens | Scrooge's Nephew

"Humbug! Merry Christmas? What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, but not an hour richer; a time for balancing your books and having every item in 'em dead against you? If I could work my will, 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!"

 

"Uncle!I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time: a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of in the long calendar of the year when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. 

And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”