With her husband, Ebenezer, now 'doornail dead', the coldest Christmas Eve on
record finds Mrs Scrooge outside the supermarket, protesting against consumerism
and waste. 'Spoilsport ' shout the passersby as they load up their shopping
carts with Christmas goodies. Just as Ebenezer did, Mrs Scrooge keeps to her
frugal ways . . . but with the current state of the world, perhaps Mrs Scrooge
has the right idea. That night, alone in her bed with Catchit the cat beside
her, Mrs Scrooge is visited by the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to
Come. As each in succession takes her by the hand and sweeps