When I got to my job I greed Mr.Scrooge ‘my boss’ so I work for a few hours. Then I went home to my wife Mrs. Cratchit , to my sons, and Tiny Tim. I lift him up onto my back.
The shop it was a big building. it have window it was cold I try to put some coal in the stove.
When Tiny Tim died we remember him at the next christmas. Let not dwell on the past. said Mrs. cratchit. let us enjoy the meal. said Bob Cratchit.
The house was kinda cold it was small it have lanterns it it have bedrooms enough for my family. Scrooge came barging in with the turkey and bought presents and said to Bob that he will make sure Tiny Tim gets to the doctor and not to worry about