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A Christmas Carol

If you're gonna steal, then steal from a master is what I say.

I adapted and wrote this in one sitting back on December 23rd, 2000. Seriously. It took me four hours and a bottle of tequila - and it shows.


I have endeavoured in this Ghostly little book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their houses pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it.
Their faithful Friend and Servant, C. D. December, 1843.

Stave 1: Bob Marley's Ghost

Bob Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. It mattered not how many albums and Compact Discs that people bought, the register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, the homeless guy who sat in the corner muttering about cheese, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it, at least twice. And Scrooge's name wa…

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