Sir Benjamin "Scrooge"
He was indeed a wealthy miser
Gave nothing to the poorest charity
And cleanliness and kindness both
For him was always a rarity
His riches he kept in his cellar
Locked in wooden cabinets of many
And every night he would go down there and count
Right down to the very
last penny
But one night on Christmas Eve
There was a crackling noise from there
He grabbed his bat for protection
But on his face was a look of fear
He proceeded to make his way down
And there was an odor of fumes and gasses
The wooden cabinets had caught on fire
And all the money had turned to ashes
He had learned an invaluable lesson
About a battle you can never win
When glorifying the word..."Greed"...
Being the..."7th"...deadliest sin
Rachel Ann Bovier
( Xmas Cards Welcomed )