Twenty-eight years ago, when I was a young man in New York City, I had no Christmas spirit.
I wasn’t a bad person. I didn’t 1 Christmas. But I was like many people: too 2 to really celebrate it. I wanted so badly to be a Broadway 3 that I didn’t have time for anything else. And then I was chosen for a part – one of the greatest parts in the history of Christmas: Ebenezer Scrooge. And it was in a big, wonderful 4 called the Radio City Christmas Spectacular.