Upstairs, the father, with his face hidden in his hands, sat beside a little bed, on which lay a tiny figure, white and still. Scrooge spent Christmas day we do not know but on Christmas night he had more dreams, and the spirit took him again to his clerk's poor home. Scrooge's dreams on Christmas eve a Christmas spirit showed him his clerk's home he saw them all, heard them drink his health, and he took special note of Tiny Tim himself. Scrooge's health, and told stories and sang songs. Cratchet served round some hot sweet stuff out of a jug as they closed round the fire, and said, "A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears, God bless us." "God bless us, every one," echoed Tiny Tim, and then they drank each other's health, and Mr. Belinda brought in the apple sauce, and Peter the mashed potatoes the other children set chairs, Tim's as usual close to his father's and Tim was so excited that he rapped the table with his knife, and carried "Hurrah." After the goose came the pudding, all ablaze, with its sprig of holly in the middle, and was eaten to the last morsel then apples and oranges were set upon the table, and a shovelful of chestnuts on the fire, and Mr. Cratchet proudly placed a goose upon the table. "Bless his sweet heart!" said the mother in a trembling voice.ĭinner was waiting to be dished up. "He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people in church, who saw he was a cripple, would be pleased to remember on Christmas day who it was who made the lame to walk." "As good as gold and better," replied his father. Tiny Tim was perched on his father's shoulder. Cratchet came in, his long comforter hanging three feet from under his threadbare coat for cold as it was the poor clerk had no top-coat. "Here he is, mother!" cried Belinda, and "here he is!" cried the other children, as Mr. I've never known him so late on Christmas day before." Cratchet, "here's dinner all ready to be dished up. "Whatever has got your precious father, and your brother Tiny Tim!" exclaimed Mrs. Cratchet's delight to carry his little boy out on his shoulder to see the shops and the people and to-day he had taken him to church for the first time. He had a wife and five other children beside Tim, who was a weak and delicate little cripple, gentle and patient and loving, with a sweet face of his own, which no one could help looking at. After having taken some gruel as he sat over a miserable fire in his dismal room, he got into bed, and had somewonderful and disagreeable dreams, to which we will leave him, whilst we see how Tiny Tim, the son of his poor clerk, spent Christmas day. Scrooge, having given his poor clerk unwilling permission to spend Christmas day at home, locked up his office and went home himself in a very bad temper.
Well, it was Christmas eve, a very cold and foggy one, and Mr. He was never merry or comfortable, or happy, and he hated other people to be so, and that was the reason why he hated Christmas, because people will be happy at Christmas, you know, if they possibly can. He paid the poor, hard-working clerk in his office as little as he could possibly get the work done for, and lived on as little as possible himself, alone, in two dismal rooms.
His name was Scrooge, and he was a hard sour-tempered man of business, intent only on saving and making money, and caring nothing for anyone. THERE was once a man who did not like Christmas.
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