I know the story. I’ve probably seen three or four different film adaptations. My favorites being the 1938 version, the 1951 version and “Scrooged” with Bill Murray (1988). Yet with all that viewing under my belt, I still felt compelled to read Dickens’ words. I read an annotated version (TONS of factoids to quench one's thirst for knowledge), and what I found was not one but two versions of the same story. The second, stripped down version, was better suited to readings - Dickens continually edited his Carol. The lessons being the same, the writing being difficult at times, the images it conjured were a mish-mash of movie renditions. The appendix gave a glimpse of Dickens’ life, both professional and personal. Next in my reading queue: “Oliver Twist.”