A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol – love Scrooge & Christmas!

One of my most favourite Christmas tales is A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. It is the story of Scrooge. Scrooge is a ‘poor aristocrat’ who manages to turn his fortune around to become the richest person in London. This is not your run-of-the-mill Christmas story involving sleighs, nutcrackers, and Christmas baubles. I do love those stories but this story is special to me because I can identify with Scrooge, the protagonist. He accrues a lot of personal wealth but is a philanthropist who is very hard as a person. Scrooge doesn’t believe in the idea of the poor having an easy life because that is not real – he himself has had to work very, very hard for a very long time to get that rich.

In London, going through sleepless nights and skipping dinner at half-past five and bed by nine o’clock, for finding riches and success is not amusing. London is a metropolitan and provincial town, you must follow everything by the book unless you like being told off by older, normally friendly and kind, folks. It’s different when you have had hard times as a poor aristocrat, slaving away, with face covered in soot and dressed in clothes that look too much like a rich and fancy edition of hand-me-downs or rags. Scrooge is a rich miser. He never shares his wealth (not inclusive of philanthropic pursuits) but he cannot be compared to his business friends. They are tormented for eternity because they were selfish with their personal wealth.

Scrooge is a miser who does good for the poor with economic/personal wealth but upon finding it he never permits the poor to have an easy life – I like that about Scrooge. In my opinion, Scrooge knows London all-too-well and is self-involved and powerfully right. The people Scrooge helps are poor families in impoverished estates in London who have never had a proper Christmas. They work tirelessly everyday but don’t earn enough to look after their family properly. They have kids who are handicapped and need treatment but they cannot afford it. They don’t ever have proper Christmas meals. But Scrooge is still a miser.


The White Fox & USA

The Television Advert

Whale is busy tidying up around the house today! He decides to take a break and turn on the television…holding onto his broom he is enjoying the latest Dewfall (a greeting cards brand) adverts. At that moment, an advert comes on air that features a boy…

Advert: You alright? I am Bully Fully! I am only 8 years old! I love to ride The White Fox cars with my Papa! It’s the American tradition you just cannot say no to! Giddy-up Cowboy!  Would you like to join us too?

A herd of families from the neighborhood run past Whale’s window to town to get cars from The White Fox

Rehearsing Hugo Martin…

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Synopsis: In Whale’s universe, it is a time of Christmas plays in school!

Hot Dog is practicing the play ‘Finn and Ciara’ in Jack’s fort.

Hot Dog: Ciara, she’s the maiden I’ve loved with my soul!

Jack: Stop saying that!!!

Hot Dog: Why? Finn’s hoodwinked in the play!

Jack (blushes): I get no lines with you. I only look pretty in a gown and have a snobby attitude!

Hot Dog: So?

Jack: I want to change the script!

Hot Dog: You can’t! It’s Hugo Martin!

Jack: But I must…NOOO!

Hot Dog: Thou love the fortune…

Jack: I have night’s cloak…

Hot Dog: …that’s my line!!! Leave me to my grief!

Jack: I’m not gonna till thou wanting of my love as that vast shore love!

School Plays & A Garden Fort

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Hot Dog and Jack are playing today, inside his garden fort.

Jack: I love that you want to play with me in my fort!

Hot Dog: Thou fort-lover, I think I need a mate!

Jack: All wilt smoke lie heavy grief…

Hot Dog: Cupid’s arrow has saint-seducing glow…

Jack: Hahahaha!…Have you been practicing for the school play?

Hot Dog: I have, yeah! Do you wanna know who got which role?

Jack: I do, yeah!

Hot Dog: I am Finn and you are Alaina…I dunno about Ciara yet because last I heard from teacher, kids are still auditioning like really hard for that role!…

Jack: Wha…?