Mises Economics Blog: In Defence of Ebenezer Scrooge: "Scrooge speaks: To hell with writers. They’re all the same. They carry a simple formula in their empty minds; mix one small fact with a headful of dreams and Eureka! A best seller. Give a writer a drop of truth and he’ll make a Thames; thereby providing him a monthly royalty check, good roast beef and pudding. Not to mention a long, beaver fur coat with a deep pocket for a fat wallet. And his pals say, “Hey, Charley Dickens, what a beyuuuutiful coat. Hear your book’s outselling 5-penny mulled cider!”
Nobody says, “Was it true what you wrote about old man Scrooge? Did he really treat Cratchit, the clerk, like a gutter dog?”


One fact, that Dickens fella had only one thing right. Yessir, I do hate Christmas. Always have. Still do. But now I hide it under a hardy ho, ho, ho and an armload full of presents. I hated Christmas because it was only a single day. I hated it like Londoners detest May because they get three glorious days of blazing blue skies and sunshine: then 362 days of fog as gray as a shroud. I hated Christmas like a sick child hates the rare day he feels good enough to "