Ebenezer. Ay, ay; God bless Christmas.
First Spirit. Did you hear that, Scrooge? That is yourself—and you said God bless Christmas.
Scrooge. That's true. That was thirty years ago.
Fezziwig (bustling about). The missis and the girls are down stairs, so let's clear away before you can say Jack Robinson. (They push desk back, and decorate rear stage with strings of Christmas greens, Fezziwig talking all the time.) Yo ho! That's right, Dick. String the Christmas greens. Here you are, Ebenezer. We're going to have the merriest time in all the kingdom. (Dancing a step or two.) I'll show ye how to enjoy life. That's it. Now we're all ready. (Sings.) "Wreathe the holly, twine the bay!" Let's have lots of room. Clear away, Dick. Here comes the fiddler now.
Enter Old Fiddler. He sits on barrel at rear and starts to "tune up."
Old Fiddler. Merry Christmas, sir.
Fezziwig. The same to you, granfer, and many of 'em.
Enter Mrs. Fezziwig from L.
Mrs. Fezziwig. Lawsy, lawsy, I thought we'd be late. (Goes to the two boys and puts her arms over their shoulders.) And how's my merry boys tonight?
Dick. Finer'n a fiddle.