Charles Dickens: Hello boys and girls. My name is Charles Dickens and my friend here is Albert Einstein.
Albert Einstein: Good day to you all! But Chuck, why are we here?
Charles Dickens: Great question Al! We are here to have some fun and to share a wonderful spectacle that was published on December 19th, 1843 about Love, Morale, and Generosity.
Albert Einstein: Love, Morale and Generosity? Chuck that sounds nice, but it doesn’t sound fun. I thought you said this was going to be fun?
Charles Dickens: Of course, it is going to be fun Al! Why wouldn’t it be fun?
Albert Einstein: I don’t know, you seem to always say one thing then mean another. Its like “A Tale of Two Chucks”
Charles Dickens: Har har, don’t you have some “mushroom soup” to make?
Albert Einstein: Clouds… Mushroom Clouds and that was a long time ago, and that how about you David Copperfield and disappear now…
Charles Dickens: Look, Al… I know you have “Great Expectation” but trust me the kids are going to love this.
Albert Einstein: Well if it’s for the kids I suppose…
Charles Dickens: Trust me Al… its “relative” to the season.
Albert Einstein: OK, I trust you. How can I help with this story?
Charles Dickens: Well, you can start by knowing that, Marley was dead to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that.
Albert Einstein: How is that helpful to the story? And who is this Marley?
Charles Dickens: He is dead, dead as a door nail.
Albert Einstein: Man, I thought you said this was going to be about Love, Morale and Generosity?
Charles Dickens: It is, but we need to know that Old Marley is dead. He is no more… trust me. The executor of his state was his former business partner, one Ebenezer Scrooge. Scrooge continued to run the old business, even with Old Marley’s name on the sign. There it was Scrooge and Marley. But Scrooge was quite tight fisted! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait, made his eyes red, his thin lips blue… He kept the office cold and didn’t thaw it this time of year, even if it was Christmas. Besides, heat cost money and no warmth could warm…
Albert Einstein: Wait, this is pretty grim. I am not sure I want to meet this Mr. Scrooge.
Charles Dickens: Well, there he is.
Albert Einstein: Where?
Charles Dickens: Right there!!!