With a heart of ice and a soul aflame,
With greed for gold and a spirit cold,
His story unfolds, a tale to be told.
He shunned the cheer, the festive light,
And grumbled at Christmas, day and night,
"Bah Humbug!" he'd shout, with a scowl so deep,
While others rejoiced, he'd only sleep.
But spirits did visit, three in a row,
To show him the error of his ways, you know,
The Ghost of Christmas Past, a haunting sight,
Revealed his youth, filled with joy and light.
Then came the Present, a joyful scene,
Of love and kindness, a Christmas dream,
Scrooge saw the plight of the poor and the weak,
And a pang of remorse, his heart did speak.
The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, a fearsome shade,
Showed him a future, lonely and made,
Of regret and sorrow, a life unlived,
A warning to Scrooge, his heart was now shivered.
Awakened by fear, Scrooge had a change,
He embraced the spirit, a new range,
He gave with a smile, and shared with a cheer,
A kindhearted soul, no longer filled with fear.
So let this tale remind us all,
That kindness and love stand tall,
For Scrooge's transformation, a lesson we learn,
To cherish the spirit, with hearts that yearn.