Okay, then here's a first draft:
CHRISTMAS CAROL
It was Christmas, a season of cheer,
The happiest time of the year
For all, but not Scrooge.
His greed was so huge
That his face wore a permanent sneer.
Love? It meant nothing to him.
"Drown!" he said, "if you can't swim!
To hell with the poor
Who beg alms at the door!
To hell with that boy Tiny Tim!"
But then came a dream as he slept.
Three ghosts paid a visit. He wept.
"For now on I'll be
A good person, you'll see!
Praise the Lord!" It's a promise he kept.
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