After seeing the ghosts of things yet to come he fell into a troubled sleep.
When he woke he went to his bedroom window and flung it open. Heavy snow had fallen in the night and Bob Crachit was gathering snow to make a turnip smoothie.
"Hey, you boy" he shouted "who owns Aston Villa Football Club?"
"You do Mr Lerner" the boy shouted back.
"I do? Whoopee!!! I still own Aston Villa. The ghosts were wrong. Boy, run to Mr Lambert's house with my platinum mbna credit card to buy whoever he wants but tell him to stop buying turkeys."
Happy Christmas to you all and thanks for the company.
