This is my account of what befell Ebenezer Scrooge, professor at Miskatonic University, on Christmas Eve 1927. Some would call it madness, others a flight of fancy. The University would seek to have this journal confiscated, to have all rumour regarding Ebenezer Scrooge's disappearance silenced. Regardless, let this story act as a warning to those who would dabble in the matters of the Elder Things. The Great Cthulhu is listening. Should you ever be visited, as Old Scrooge was, on Christmas night, only you can prevent His rising. Take heed... An affectionate parody of Charles Dicken's...