Mary had a little lamb, whose fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go. The two went out at Christmas time. Wherever were they bound? They’d heard the bells give out their chimes and walked toward the sound. "Bah, bah" said the little lamb, the "bah, bahs," quite so loud. "Hush," said Mary, now in a jam. "You’ll cause a great big crowd." "We're not out in the countryside. There's people all about. Stay quiet right here by my side, While on this busy route." The two of them walked through the streets. They heard the carolers sing. They smelled the cake and cookie sweets, and all that Christmas brings. Mary looked, and "oohed" and "aahed" at all the toys and food. The little lamb just calmly "bahed," quite in the Christmas mood. A door then opened—a man rushed out — a man with anger huge. His face all twisted in a pout — no doubt, 'twas Mr. Scrooge. Somewhat frightened, Mary stammered, "Merry Christmas, Mr. Scrooge, sir." "Bah!" said the lamb in one short word. "Humbug!" as Scrooge concurred. Scrooge then stopped and scratched his chin, Not sure of what to say. Mary quivered and cried within. Would Scrooge now cast them away? "I kind of like that lamb — well done!" the mean old Scrooge exclaimed. "God bless us, each and every one," young Mary then proclaimed. —— And so these tales together pieced, by Sarah Hale and Dickens, provide us with a bookish feast, Far better than goose or chicken.