As you know, Ebenezer Scrooge is the protagonist of this story.He’s also a complete asshole—at least, at the beginning.That is to say, quite literally transformed some of celebratory practices detailed in the novella into holiday staples, including many of the seasonal dishes we enjoy, as well as the prevalence of family gatherings, dancing, games, generosity, and the festive Christmas spirit.
The poulterers’ shops were still half open, and the fruiterers’ were radiant in their glory.
(Hint: It’s the charitable and familial spirit of Christmas.) “It’s the journey, not the destination,” and all that jazz.
Obviously this would not work if all we saw what the other characters in the story see: Ebenezer goes to sleep an asshole and wakes up not-an-asshole.
And unlike many complicated antiheroes and sympathetic jerks from fiction, he’s not particularly likeable either.
We all know, of course, that he decides to stop being a complete asshole at the end, and that the story is, at its core, about what leads him to that transformation.