You ever notice that the two young Cratchits have no names? They're just "The two Young Cratchits": without sex or names. Not even Merry & Pippin or Rosencrantz & Guildensternesque designation.
The Cratchits are just sooo fucking worthy and grateful for everything.
If only someone would nail Tiny Tim to a cross, his transformation could be complete.
I mean REALLY! C'mon! He's glad he's a cripple and that people see him on Christmas to remind them about Jesus? Really? And what did he die of in the future shadows? Being lame in one leg? You can die from that?
Tiny Tim died for your sins Scrooge!
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