He may just be the meanest Christmas villain of all time, a man who counts his money

while children starve, who mocks the sick, and begrudges his most loyal friends even

the tiniest bit of happiness.

Oh yes, he's the OG of back guys.

All right, Darth Vader, the Grinch, Voldemort, all rolled into one evil lump of a man.

Now, but just you wait, this nasty piece of work will get his come up and send in the

most unexpected and satisfying way.

I'm speaking, of course, of Evan Ezer Scrooge.

I'm Keith Morrison, and this is Season 2 of Morrison Mysteries.

Our story is said in the 1840s, London, England, its winter, cold and bleak, but it's

Christmas Eve, the warmth and joy of the season of giving permeate the grave fog of the city

in all places, but one, the tiniest, shriveled heart of Evan Ezer Scrooge.

As we begin, Scrooge is sitting in his office, barking orders at his kind-hearted clerk,

Bob Cratchett, who's only hoping to have Christmas day off to spend time with his family,

especially his desperately ill son, Tiny Tim.

But loathsome Scrooge doesn't give a thought to any of that, no.

Cratchett's family means nothing to Scrooge, and Christmas, a passing annoyance, a waste

of valuable time.

Yes, in meanness Scrooge was second to none, except just possibly, to his old business partner,

the greedy Jacob Marley, who'd pinched his last penny and died seven years before the

Christmas Eve of our story.

In fact, it's thoughts of Marley that begin Charles Dickens, a Christmas Carol.

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