And so it began. The Ghost of Christmas Past, a gentle, ethereal being, took Scrooge back to his youth, to the schoolroom where he sat alone, to the apprenticeship where he first felt the sting of greed. He saw the woman he loved, Belle, leave him because his heart had become a vault for gold.
"Scrooge!" they wailed, their voices a discordant symphony of regret. "We are here to warn you! Change your ways, or suffer our fate!" Scrooge, trembling, asked, "What must I do?" subtitle The Muppet Christmas Carol
Finally, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, a silent, shrouded figure, showed him a future where his name was whispered with contempt, where his death was met with indifference, and where Tiny Tim’s seat at the table was empty. And so it began
"Mr. Scrooge, sir," Bob ventured, his voice trembling like a leaf in a gale. "It’s Christmas Eve. Might I… might I have a bit more coal for the fire?" "Scrooge
"You will be haunted," they replied, "by three spirits. Expect the first when the bell tolls one."
Scrooge had no better answer than "Bah!" followed by "Humbug!"
He sent a giant turkey to the Cratchits, more than enough to feed a dozen frogs. He gave a massive raise to Bob, and promised to help his family in every way he could. He went to Fred’s house and joined in the festivities, his laughter joining the chorus of joy.