A Christmas Carol Page #4

In everything that made my love

of any worth in your sight.

Tell me, Ebenezer, if this contract

had never been between us,

would you seek me out now?

No.

You think not?

I would gladly think otherwise

if I could.

But if you were free today,

would you choose a dowerless girl?

A girl left penniless

by the death of her parents?

You, who weighs everything by gain?

I release you, Ebenezer.

May you be happy in the life

you've chosen.

Spirit, remove me from this place.

I told you, these were shadows

of things that have been.

They are what they are.

Do not blame me.

Remove me. I cannot bear it.

Leave me! Take me back!

Haunt me no longer!

Ah! Oh!

Ah! Ah!

Oh, blast!

Enter, Scrooge!

Come in! Come in

and know me better, man!

I am the Ghost of Christmas Present.

Look upon me!

You have never seen

the likes of me before?

Never.

Have never walked forth

with my elder brothers?

I don't think that I have.

You have many brothers?

More than 1,800.

1,842, to be exact.

Oh.

I see you wear a scabbard, but no sword.

Indeed.

Peace on Earth. Goodwill toward men.

Spirit, conduct me where you will.

Oh...

Touch my robe.

Oh! What's happening?

What are you doing?

Ah!

Oh!

Very strange.

Indeed. Not many mortals are granted

- a heavenly perspective of man's world.

- Yes.

It's quite beautiful.

Spirit, these poor people

have no means to cook their food.

And yet you seek

to close the only places

in which they can warm

their meagre meals every seventh day.

Oh!

Hear me, Scrooge.

There are some upon this earth of yours

who claim to know me and my brothers,

and do their deeds of ill will

and selfishness in our name.

These so-called "men of the cloth"

are as strange to me and my kin

as if they never lived.

Charge their doings to them, not us.

Aye. I will.

Smell that?

Cooking goose!

Come on!

I take it this bleak paupers'

dwelling is of some significance.

It is all your loyal clerk can afford

for his meagre 15 bob a week.

- Mother!

- Papa!

We just came by the baker shop.

And smelled our goose,

cooking delicious.

Shut the door, please. What

happened to your precious father?

And your brother. And Martha,

she wasn't as late last Christmas Day.

Mother, here she is, Mother.

Here's Martha.

Martha! Wait till you see

our goose. 'Tis a wonderful one.

Peter, off with you

to the baker's and collect the bird.

And take the children with you.

And pray, no dallying.

Why, bless your head alive!

Dear, how late you are!

We had a deal of work to finish up last

night and clear away this morning.

Never mind. Long as you're here. Sit ye

down before the fire and have a warm.

No. No, no, no. There's Father coming.

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