‘Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone….a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue, and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days, and didn’t thaw it one degree at Christmas.
A description of Henry Tudor, locked away in his counting house?
No, of of course it’s Dickens’ Ebenezer Scrooge from the famous story ‘A Christmas Carol.’
This Christmas, though, if you are looking for a little spoof and parody set in the late 15thc, Henry takes the place of Dickens’ baddie in a humorous short story called DICKON’S TUDOR CHRISTMAS CAROL, written by Hesper Huffam.
Waking from a sleep, Henry is confronted by an old friend…William Stanley,minus his head. a series of other ghosts follow–Richard III as the Ghost of Christmas Past, annoyed at the blackening of his reputation; the recently executed Perkin Warbeck who confounds and confuses Henry; and the sinister LARGE ghost of Christmas Future, who shows him the unhappy results of his avarice and suspicion. Will Henry listen to the ghosts and change his ways? Will he get Elizabeth of York decent shoes and tell Morton where to stick his precious Fork? Will Mummy Beaufort be pacified..and what about Henry’s pet, Groat the Monkey?
A bit of light harmless fun for a winter’s night in.