»Old skinflint!« cried Donald. »Trying to spoil our Christmas just because he won't have one of his own.«
»Poor Unca Scrooge! No Christmas at all! What will he do, Unca Donald?« asked the boys.
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»He'll go home and lock the door and draw the curtains and sit all alone in his dark, cold house, feeling sorry for himself,« said Donald Duck.
»He will?« said the boys. »Say, why don't we -« and they turned back to their jolly Christmas tree.
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