Childhood should be fun. Don't let bed wetting spoil that. Dry nights give maximum protection.

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I have got a wonderful snoozy bedtime story for you tonight. But before we get to tonight's reading, I just want to thank all of our patrons on patreon.com.

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Today is an episode that I've been really looking forward to since the springtime. Since I knew that this show was something that helped people and I was going to keep doing.

I've been really looking forward to kind of getting in the Christmas spirit and settling in and getting warm as the snow comes down and hopefully playing the lupit version of this book.

So yeah, today we're reading a Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. It's a little over halfway through December.

So if you're not already in the Christmas spirit, I hope this maybe helps just a little bit because it's beautiful writing.

It's beautiful to go to sleep, too, as the days to Christmas countdown.

So get real comfy. Fill up your pillow, just how you like it. Feel yourself melt into your bed. Close your eyes and let me read you.

Marley was dead to begin with. There's no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner.

Screwed, signed it, and screwed his name was good upon change for anything he chose to put his hand to.

Old Marley was dead as a door now. Mind I don't mean to say I know of my own knowledge what there is particularly dead about a door now. I might have been inclined myself to regard a coffin now as the dead is pieced of iron, mongering in the trade.

But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile and my unhalled hands shall not disturb it or the country is done for.

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