I may have found the real reason Ebenezer Scrooge saw spirits on Christmas Eve.

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My go-to A Christmas Carol movie is the 1938 MGM version starring Reginald Owen as Ebenezer Scrooge. I’ve watched it season after season for decades.

And after all these years (with the help of Brewer & Shipley) I’ve finally concluded that the reason Scrooge saw spirits were spirits.

Early in the movie, Fred Scrooge, Ebenezer’s nephew, arrives at his uncle’s cold, dismal counting house and greets clerk Bob Cratchit with a big, warm, friendly smile.

Fred Scrooge: [Presenting a bottle]
This’ll make the place less bleak.
Bob Cratchit:
What might that be?
Fred:
It’s a wine bottle. A cheering, warming, goodly wine. A wine that’ll race through your veins with little torches. Its port, Bob—the fifth essence of the Christmas spirit. [Fred looks around] But we haven’t got a glass.
Bob:
I’ll get one from Mr. Scrooge’s office.
Fred: [He wipes out his uncle’s filthy glass and smells it]
What is this?
Bob:
His cough medicine.

Later that night, Ebenezer, closing the counting house, sees the bottle of fortified wine on Cratchit’s desk—still mostly full. He starts to throw it in a trash bin, but smelling the contents, he puts the bottle in a back pocket under his long winter coat and heads home.

Standing before the fireplace in his bed chamber, Scrooge pulls a medicine bottle and spoon from the mantle and takes a generous dose. It appears to be a ritual.

For the first time while watching Ebenezer’s interaction with the spirits—the ghostly ones—I thought of a song, and it brought forth an epiphany—I’ve paraphrased the lyrics here:

I’m pretty sure I’m on to something. For reference, here’s the song from B&S:

Skeptical? In Dickens’ time, cough medicine was available to anyone who could afford a bottle, and common ingredients included opium, morphine, cannabis, alcohol, and chloroform. Draw your own conclusions. Here’s an actual label from an 1800s cough medicine bottle:

A most potent Cough Syrup.

Merry Christmas to you and yours. Have some Port wine, and let me know if you see spirits!

By Stephen Brockelman

As a Sr. Writer at T. Rowe Price, I work with a group of the best copywriters around. We belong to the broader creative team within Enterprise Creative, a part of Corporate Marketing Services. _____________________________________________ A long and winding road: My path to T. Rowe Price was more twisted than Fidelity’s green line. With scholarship in hand, I left Kansas at 18 to study theatre in New York. When my soap opera paychecks stopped coming from CBS and started coming from the show’s sponsor, Proctor & Gamble, I discovered the power of advertising and switched careers. Over the years I’ve owned an ad agency in San Francisco; worked for Norman Lear on All in the Family, Good Times, Sanford and Son, and the rest of his hit shows; and as a member of Directors Guild of America, I directed Desi Arnaz in his last television appearance— we remained friends until his death. In 1988 I began freelancing full time didn’t look back. In January 2012 my rep at Boss Group called and said, “I know you don’t want to commute and writing for the financial industry isn’t high on your wish list, but I have a gig with T. Rowe Price in Owings Mills…” I was a contractor for eight months, drank the corporate Kool-Aid, became a TRP associate that August, and today I find myself smiling more often than not.

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