A Christmas Carol

"Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You're poor enough."

To see the dingy cloud come drooping down, obscuring everything,

No beggars implored him to bestow a trifle,

Old Marley was as dead as a doornail.

squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner

The sky was gloomy, and the shortest streets were choked up with a dingy mist, half thawed, half frozen, whose heavier particles descended in a shower of sooty atoms, as if all the chimneys in Great Britain had, by one consent, caught fire, and were blazing away to their dear heart’s content.

Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.”

business called Scrooge Scrooge,

“I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy, I am as giddy as a drunken man. A merry Christmas to everybody! A happy New Year to all the world! Hallo here! Whoop! Hallo!”

“I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!”