On this of all days, I'm sure many of us gain a deeper appreciation for Tolstoy's observation that "Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." And for the few Bradys out there who don't: count your blessings, you nauseating bastards.
FURTHERMORE: Someone needs to say it: when it comes to A Christmas Carol, the George C. Scott version is far and away the best. It's not only an effective ghost story but offers a measured and believable transformation—you can feel every word Scott speaks in the cemetery at the end. I can understand the attachment people have to the Sim version and it does have its charms, but it just doesn't achieve anything similar, and I expect there'll never be a more convincing Scrooge than George C. Scott.
AND: On a related note (and closer to the usual blog fare), John Nichols admonishes us to remember that it's evil Republicans who're just like mean old Mr. Scrooge, no doubt hoping to prevent his readers from directing any of their ire toward the wrong party.