Marley was dead, dead as a doornail. All that remained of the firm of Scrooge and Marley was Ebenezer Scrooge. Scrooge...a grasping, greedy, gruesome old man! He was as hard as stone, and so cold inside his face looked frozen. Scrooge didn't care for anyone and hardly anyone cared for him. Even Christmas cheer couldn't thaw his icy heart.
The door knocker on this house was not unusual, just large. But, as Scrooge put his key in the doo, the knocker put his key in the door, the knocker changed into Marley's face. Startled, Scrooge turned his key and went in. Was the back of Marley's head sticking out into the hall? No, he saw only screws. Then, slowly, something came through the door...Scrooge couldn't believe it. There was a ghost! The ghost let out a frightful cry and rattled its chains. Scrooge closed the window and checked his door. It was still locked. He was asleep in an instant...Scrooge awoke in total darkness. On the stroke of one, a hand drew back the curtain around his bed...He was face to face with the strangest creature he had ever seen.
Scrooge wake up, back in bed, as a clock struck one. He sat up nervously but nothing happened. He flung back his curtains. No one was there. But, there was a ghost of Christmas Present. They flew to quieter, emptier places...but everywhere Scrooge saw people full of Christmas spirit.
Acrooge promised to take care of Bob and his family, and he was as good as his word. To Tiny Tim―who didn't die―he was a second father. He knew laughing was good for them and his own heart laughed with them.
Dickens Charles. (2003). A Christmas Carol, London : Usborne
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