The one I remember the most, with the greatest fondness, is the one my family and I acted in at our church one winter night. My wife was the ghost of Christmas past, my daughter was Bob Cratchit's daughter, and I was Bob Cratchit. I remember how we loved doing it together. I also remember that Tiny Tim was the opposite of tiny, and instead of putting him on my shoulder, I just patted him on his shoulder at the appropriate time.