As the candle sputtered and the shadows danced on the walls, Uncle Scrooge's head drooped over his book. He was almost asleep when a knock sounded at his door. In walked a figure dressed all in white, with a holly wreath on its head.
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In his hands he carried a big black book.
»Who - who are you?« asked Uncle Scrooge.
»I am the spirit of Christmas Past,« said the figure. »Do you remember the fun that you used to have at Christmastime?«
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