Oh my dears, the Cratchit children feasted on roast rubber chicken yesterday and it was divine! As they shivered in their Cratchit-wear, the children, Bob and I thanked the founder of the feast (slight disagreement about whom to thank there...) and supped on a delicious rubber chicken and imaginary port (chicken from Spain, the finest purveyors of rubber chickens).
But, we remain ever poor as Scrooge has reverted to his old dreadful self and we're back living on the edge of desperation. Come, sup with us and see how it's all made right again.
Will Tiny Tim get better? Will the Cratchits move to better digs? Will Scrooge and the Ghost of xmas past stop into the Zola wine shop for a nip this time? So many questions my dears....
And still two weekends left to see us! December 20th and 27th we shall stroll again.
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