*The following story contains copyrighted materials used under the Multimedia Guidelines and Fair Use exemptions of U. S. Copyright law. Further use is prohibited. Scrooge was dead to begin with. He was stillborn at birth. His mother cried from a broken heart. His father gave a sigh of relief. He was glad that there would not be another mouth to feed, or another soul to suffer a life of hard times. The midwife wrapped the baby in an old cloth. Then she said a prayer before she dropped the lifeless thing out of a window onto a dump heap in the alley. The sudden jolt caused the baby's small heart to begin beating. A tiny cry escaped its lips. The faithful midwife retrieved the boy child from the most disgraceful rubbish imaginable.