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A Christmas Carol

This beloved Dickens' tale was adapted to a classic 1940's-style radio drama by playwright Phil Grecian and was recorded live with an audience in the KTWU studios.

AIRED: November 23, 2012 | 0:59:22
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>> Broadcasting from the KTWU

Studios, it's

A Christmas Carol,

a radio dramatization you can

see, written by Philip Grecian,

based on the novel by Charles

Dickens.

Now, fill your cup with hot

buttered rum, call the family

together, and move in close to

the warm glow of your radio dial

to hear

A Christmas Carol,

the

story of Ebenezer Scrooge.

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>> Ebenezer.

Ebenezer.

Ebenezer Scrooge, the chains I

wear!

>> ♪ Deck the halls

with boughs of holly... ♪

>> Ah, hear that?

The kind of music that comes

round once a year.

Always makes me feel good.

A Christmas song.

Well, more than that-- a

Christmas carol.

A part of Christmas.

A part of you, for as long as

you can remember, like an old,

old friend.

>> Well, that's one kind of

Christmas carol.

But we're here to present

another kind-- one written by

Charles Dickens in 1843.

It takes place in London,

England, and it's the story of

mean old Ebenezer Scrooge.

Shall we tell a story, then?

Okay, okay, where do we begin?

Okay.

Well, Marley was dead, to begin

with.

There is no doubt whatever about

that.

Old Marley was dead as a

doornail.

>> A doornail?

>> Odd, isn't it?

But that's what Mr. Dickens

said, "As dead as a doornail."

>> I don't know what's

particularly dead about a

doornail, but that is what

Marley was as dead as, and

Marley was dead.

Therefore...

>> A doornail.

>> A doornail.

>> But a doornail's not dead in

the first place.

>> Neither was Marley, in the

first place.

>> Oh.

>> But finally, in the second

place, he was.

Now, you must understand that

Marley was quite dead, or else

nothing wonderful can come from

the story we're about to tell.

>> I think we all understand

that.

But tell us about Scrooge.

>> Shush now, I'm getting to

Scrooge.

Scrooge and Marley had been

partners in business before

Marley died, and they called

the business establishment...

>> Scrooge and Marley.

>> Yes.

Strangely enough, yes.

Scrooge never painted out old

Marley's name on the sign.

There it stood, for years,

"Scrooge and Marley."

Sometimes people called Scrooge

Scrooge, sometimes Marley.

He answered to both.

It was all the same to him.

The only change over the years

was that he'd had Marley's desk

moved out because...

>> Marley was dead.

>> Quite.

>> As a doornail.

>> Yes.

They had been partners for I

don't know how many years.

Scrooge was Marley's only

friend.

>> And Marley was Scrooge's only

friend.

>> Because no one else could

tolerate either one of them.

Between the two, there wasn't an

ounce of heart, not a tuppence

of compassion.

Why, when Marley died, Scrooge

didn't even close the shop.

Do you know why?

>> He said it would be bad

business.

>> Exactly.

>> But tell us about Scrooge.

>> Oh, he was a tight-fisted old

skinflint.

A squeezing, wrenching,

grasping, scraping, clutching,

covetous old sinner.

Hard and sharp as flint.

His heart was colder than a

snowman.

>> That is cold.

>> Yes, it is.

He carried the cold within him

always.

It made his hair the color of

snow after the wagons had

passed.

It froze his old features,

nipped his nose, shriveled his

cheeks, stiffened his gait, made

his eyes red, his lips thin and

cruel and blue and frostbitten!

And it spoke out through him in

his cold icy grating voice.

And he never thawed even one

degree.

Not even at Christmas.

Christmas?

Humbug!

Now tell the story and be quick

about it.

(cast murmurs, asking for the

story)

>> Once upon a time...

(cast groans)

>> Does everything always have

to start with, "Once upon a

time?"

>> Well, okay.

How about, "Whether I shall turn

out to be the hero of my own

life"?

>> No.

>> "It was the best of times, it

was the worst of times"?

>> No!

>> Well then, you shall have to

be satisfied with "Once upon a

time."

That's what Mr. Dickens wrote,

and I don't think we should

tamper.

>> So once upon a time, on

Christmas Eve, Scrooge sat busy

in his counting house.

>> The old grandfather's clock

in Scrooge's office struck

three.

Scrooge's clerk, Bob Cratchit,

sat at his desk, copying

letters.

He wore a long white scarf to

keep out the bitter cold, for

Scrooge was too stingy to keep a

warm fire blazing at the hearth.

>> And on this particular

Christmas Eve, Scrooge had a

visitor.

It was his nephew Fred, who

entered the establishment all in

a glow, his eyes sparkling, and

the spirit of Christmas

radiating from his wind-burned

face.

>> A merry Christmas, Uncle!

>> Bah, humbug!

>> Christmas a humbug, Uncle?

You don't mean that.

>> I do mean it!

What reason have you to be so

merry?

You're poor enough!

>> What reason have you to be so

angry?

You're rich enough.

>> Bah, humbug!

>> Don't be cross, Uncle!

>> What is Christmas but a time

for paying bills without money,

for finding yourself a year

older and not an hour richer?

Every idiot who goes about with

"Merry Christmas" on his lips

should be boiled in his own

pudding and buried with a stake

of holly through his heart.

Oh, that's good, stake of holly.

>> Uncle!

>> Nephew, keep Christmas in

your own way, and let me keep it

in mine.

>> But you don't keep Christmas

in any way.

>> Let me leave it alone then.

It is best left alone.

>> On the contrary, Christmas is

a good time, a time of love, and

the spirit of giving.

And though it has never put a

scrap of gold or silver in my

pocket, I believe that it has

done me good...

>> Humbug!

>> ...and will do me good.

>> Humbug!

>> And I say God bless it!

>> God bless it!

>> Another sound from you,

Cratchit, and you'll spend your

Christmas looking for another

position!

>> Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

>> Come, don't be angry, Uncle.

Dine with us tomorrow.

>> No.

Every year you come storming

into my office, trailing in

bushels of snow, disrupt my day

and babble about Christmas and

how wonderful it is.

And every year you invite me to

Christmas dinner.

>> And every year you turn me

down.

>> Exactly.

>> And every year you say,

"Humbug!"

>> And I say it again-- humbug!

If you know what I will say

before I say it, why do you

bother to come here every year

to hear me say it?

>> Because, Uncle, one of these

times, one of these Christmases,

you will accept my invitation.

>> Humbug!

Get out!

Good afternoon!

>> I'm sorry for you.

But Merry Christmas all the

same, Uncle!

>> I said good afternoon!

>> Good afternoon.

>> Merry Christmas, Bob!

>> Merry Christmas, sir.

>> Cratchit!

>> Yes, sir.

Sorry, Mister Scrooge.

>> Merry Christmas, indeed.

And there's Cratchit wishing him

the same, and he hasn't but 15

shillings a week to his name.

Mad as hatters.

Every one of them, mad as

hatters.

Who is this now?

More fools.

Whole world of fools.

>> This is Scrooge and Marley's

establishment, I assume.

>> It is.

>> Have we the pleasure of

addressing Mr. Scrooge or Mr.

Marley?

>> If I were Mr. Marley I would

not have answered when you spoke

just now.

>> He is deaf?

>> He is dead.

He died seven years ago this

very night, and he is still

dead.

>> Then you would be Mr.

Scrooge.

>> How proud your mother must be

of your discerning nature.

Now, out with it!

What is it you want?

>> It is Christmas, Mr. Scrooge.

>> I am aware of it, thank you.

No one will let me forget it.

>> And during Christmas, our

organization...

>> A charitable one...

>> ...sees to it, through

donations from men such as

yourself, that the poor are not

forgotten.

>> I pay taxes to support the

workhouses for them.

Every other fool seems to be

concerned with their well being.

How could I ever forget them?

>> Exactly.

>> The poor need this, the poor

need that.

Put them in prison where they

belong if they haven't money to

pay their debts.

At least there they would have a

free meal.

Are there no prisons?

>> Plenty of prisons.

>> And the workhouses.

They can go to the workhouses,

put in 15 hours a day at hard

labor.

Are the workhouses still in

their operation?

>> I wish I could say that they

were not.

>> Those who work there are fed,

are they not?

>> They eat gruel.

>> Good.

If they want better food they

can go find better jobs.

>> Mr. Scrooge!

>> We are trying to raise money

to buy the poor some meat and

drink to celebrate Christmas.

How much would you wish to give?

>> I wish to give nothing.

I do not make merry myself at

Christmas, and I cannot afford

to make idle people merry.

I pay taxes to support the

prisons and workhouses.

Let the poor go to them.

>> Many can't go there, and many

would rather die.

>> Well, they had better do it,

and reduce the surplus

population.

>> But...

>> Good afternoon!

>> Well, I never!

>> Goodnight, Mr. Scrooge.

>> You've finished your work,

then?

>> Yes, sir.

>> All of it?

>> Yes, sir.

>> And you want to stay home all

day tomorrow, I suppose?

>> Yes sir.

If it's quite convenient, sir.

>> It is not quite convenient.

>> But tomorrow's Christmas,

sir.

>> Humbug!

It is not fair!

>> It's only once a year, sir.

>> Oh, you only pick my pocket

once a year!

You get no other day off all

year.

Why should I give you Christmas?

>> But, sir...

>> Go on, take tomorrow off,

then.

>> Oh, thank you, sir.

>> But be here early the next

day.

>> Yes, sir.

Very well, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Merry Christmas, Mister Scrooge.

>> Humbug!

>> And so Scrooge closed up his

office... and went home to a

gloomy suite of rooms on the

upper floor of an unhappy old

building in an unhappy old

neighborhood.

Its yard was so dark that even

Scrooge, who knew every stone,

had to grope his way to the foot

of the wooden stairs rising up

along the outside wall.

>> And this Christmas Eve, like

every Christmas Eve before, he

mumbled angrily to himself as he

climbed the steps to his front

door.

>> Christmas.

Bah, humbug.

"Merry Christmas, Uncle," he

says.

An idiot.

A Christmas pudding-head.

Hmm.

Much good it's ever done him.

And Bob Cratchit with 15

shillings a week and a family to

support talking about a Merry

Christmas.

>> It was very late and very

dark now, and Scrooge, who took

this trip every evening, could

barely see as he climbed to his

front door.

>> "We are trying to raise money

to buy the poor some meat and

drink to celebrate Christmas."

Huh.

What do they have to celebrate?

Humbug!

>> But finally, he did reach the

top, and then began searching

his pockets for the key.

Now, there was nothing at all

particular about the knocker on

Scrooge's door.

He had seen it, night and

morning, during his whole

residence in the apartment.

>> Nor was Scrooge a man of

great imagination.

But as he found his key and

turned, the knocker on the door

began to move, changed, and

became the face of...

>> Jacob Marley!

>> As clearly as Scrooge had

seen him in life.

>> No, no, no.

You're dead!

Marley is dead!

>> Scrooge's blood ran cold, and

he stood a moment, facing away

from the dreaded door.

Finally, he was brave enough to

turn and look, and Marley's face

was gone.

>> Hmm.

Never happened.

Imagined it.

Marley is dead.

Humbug!

>> Scrooge locked himself in...

...with a double lock.

And thus secured against

surprise, he changed into his

dressing gown, slippers and

nightcap, and sat down close to

the fire to eat his gruel.

>> Merry Christmas.

Humbug!

Marley's face on the door.

More humbug!

Seeing things that aren't there.

Marley's dead.

Been dead for seven years.

Dead men don't...

What was that?

(sounds of groaning and chains)

There it is again.

Who is it?

Who's there?

Bah!

The wind.

>> Ebenezer Scrooge!

>> Who is it?

Who's there?

Who calls me?

Let me see you.

Where are you hiding?

You won't frighten me.

How did you get in?

Where are you?

Show yourself.

Stop it.

Stop it!

It's stopped.

Of course it has.

Wind in the chimney flue, that's

all.

Wind in the...

>> Ebenezer Scrooge.

>> Who are you?

Why do you call me?

Show yourself!

>> I am here, Ebenezer Scrooge.

>> Jacob Marley!

Jacob Marley!

But I... but, you... you're

dead.

>> I am.

>> Then you... you must be...

>> I am.

>> What do you want with me?

>> Much.

>> This can't be Marley.

Who are you?

Tell me who you are.

>> Ask me who I was.

>> Who were you, then?

>> In life, I was your partner,

Jacob Marley.

>> It is Marley!

No, no, I've gone mad, mad with

all this infernal Merry

Christmas.

>> You don't believe in me.

>> No.

>> You doubt your own senses?

>> I may be dreaming you.

You... you might be a nightmare

brought on by eating too much.

You might be a crumb of spoilt

cheese or an underdone potato.

You may not have risen from your

grave, but from my gravy.

>>(moaning, rattling chains)

>> Please, Jacob, why do you

trouble me?

>> Do you believe, then?

>> Oh, I must, I must.

But why are you here?

>> It is my curse.

>> You're cursed, Jacob?

>> I have been cursed to wander

through the world and witness

the unhappiness I caused in

life, unhappiness I cannot

change in death.

(moaning)

>> Why do you moan?

Are you in pain?

>> I grieve.

I grieve over the chain I wear.

>> Why do you wear it?

>> Because it is my own.

Because I forged it in life.

I made it myself, link by link

and yard by yard.

Each link a sin committed in

life.

Look, here.

With this link I turned my back

on a man who asked for my help.

>> Yes, I see it.

But I...

>> And this one, I cheated a

friend out of what was his.

>> Tell me...

>> And this, thievery.

This, greed.

And sloth, malice, revenge,

selfishness!

I forged the chain in life I now

bear in death.

We pay for our sins, Ebenezer

Scrooge.

>> It is quite a long chain,

Jacob.

>> Yours is longer.

>> My chain?

>> The chain you will wear in

the afterlife.

It grows longer each day.

>> No.

>> I can do nothing for you,

Ebenezer Scrooge.

You have made your own chain.

>> No, no, please, Jacob!

Tell me it isn't so.

>> I cannot.

Only you have the power to

change yourself, Ebenezer

Scrooge.

And you have much to make up

for.

I have sat invisible beside you

many a day since my death.

>> What an unpleasant thought,

Jacob.

But you died seven years ago.

>> Hear me!

>> Oh!

>> I am here to provide a

warning.

You have yet a chance to escape

my fate!

>> You were always a good friend

to me.

Thank you, Jacob, thank you.

>> You will be haunted...

>> Haunted!

>> ...by three spirits.

>> I thank you very much, Jacob,

for the offer, but I think I'd

rather not.

>> You must!

For without their visits, you

cannot hope to shun the path I

tread.

Expect the first on Christmas

morning when the bell tolls one.

>> But I... I...

>> Expect the second on the

following night at the same

hour.

>> Could I take them all at once

and have it done with, Jacob?

>> The third will come on the

final night at the stroke of

midnight.

>> Couldn't they just write

letters or maybe...

>> And now I must go, Ebenezer

Scrooge, to join the other lost

souls on our long journey.

>> Go where?

>> Out there.

>> Out the window?

But, Jacob, we're up so high.

You'll fall.

>>(moaning)

>> Oh, Jacob!

Jacob, I can't see you!

Jacob, Jacob, wait!

Wait!

Don't... he's gone.

Gone.

Oh, my.

Cold.

Brrr.

Close the...

There.

Better.

He just went up.

Straight up.

Just...

No.

Never... never there, most

likely.

Imagined it.

Humbug!

Never happened.

Well.

Well, that's settled, then.

Off to bed now.

Off to bed.

Off to bed.

>> And so Scrooge slipped into

his bed, drew the curtains, and

slept.

Until when the hour bell

sounded, lights flashed up in

his room, and his bedcurtains

were drawn back.

>> Ebenezer Scrooge!

>> You're the spirit, the one

that Jacob Marley said would

come?

>> I am.

>> Who and what are you?

>> I am the Ghost of Christmas

Past.

>> Long past?

>> Your past.

>> Are you a child?

>> Do I seem a child?

>> Yes.

Well, a moment ago you did, but

now you seem as old as I, or

even older.

You... you change.

>> Indeed, the spirit's hair was

white, yet its face had not a

wrinkle in it, lending it an air

of ancient wisdom and youthful

hope.

>> It wore a tunic of the purest

white and held a branch of fresh

green holly in its hand, while

its dress was trimmed in summer

flowers.

>> And from the crown of its

head there burned a bright,

clear flame, while it held under

its arm a large pointed hat,

shaped like a candle snuffer.

>> You are so bright.

Would you please be so good as

to put on your cap and

extinguish your glow?

>> What?

Would you put out the light I

give?

>> Oh, well, why are you here?

>> Rise from your bed and walk

with me.

>> Very well.

Let me put on my slippers.

>> Come.

>> Outside?

>> At first.

>> Quite cold outside.

>> My light will warm and

protect you.

>> Out the window?

I'll fall.

>> I will protect you from it.

>> Will it be a long walk?

>> Very long.

>> Into the country?

>> Into your past.

>> But I...

>> Take my hand, have faith, and

leap!

>> But I don't think I...

(whooping)

>> Do you know this place?

>> It's the school I attended as

a boy.

>> How many Christmases did you

spend here?

>> Too many.

>> How many years did you sit at

your desk in this schoolroom, a

solitary child neglected by

friends and family?

>> My father never cared where I

spent my Christmas.

>> But there was one, Ebenezer.

One who loved you, and whom you

loved.

>> There was.

My sister.

Dear little Fan.

Sweet little Fan.

>> Answer the door, Ebenezer

Scrooge.

>> What?

(knocking at door)

>> Say, "Come in."

>> Come in.

>> Dear, dear big brother!

>> Fan!

>> Are you surprised to see me?

I have come to bring you home,

dear brother!

Home for Christmas!

>> But how?

>> She sees you as you were

then.

>> But not you.

>> No.

>> We shall go home forever and

ever, dear brother.

Father is ever so much kinder

than he used to be.

>> Has he treated you well,

little Fan?

>> Oh, yes!

He even spoke to me gently one

night as I was going to bed.

And he seemed so calm and good

that I was not afraid to ask him

once more if you might come home

to us.

And he wasn't angry at all.

He said yes, you could come

home, home for good.

And he sent me in a coach to

bring you.

>> Oh, Fan, I wish...

>> We're to be together for

Christmas, and have the merriest

time in all the world.

>> God bless you, Fan.

>> God bless you, big brother.

Oh, please do come now.

Come with me.

>> Yes, Fan, I...

>> You cannot.

>> Ah.

Go on without me, Fan.

I'll be along.

Go on, now.

>> I'll see to having your trunk

and boxes tied to the top of the

carriage.

Don't be long.

Oh, I love you so, Ebbie.

And we shall be together again.

And it will be the best

Christmas ever.

>> The best Christmas ever.

>> I'll wait at the end of the

path.

>> The end of the... end of the

path.

>> Always a delicate creature,

whom a breath might have

withered.

But she had a large heart.

>> Yes.

Please, spirit, let me see her

again, only a little time

longer.

>> Time is short.

>> More than we know.

>> You never had that Christmas

at home, Ebenezer Scrooge.

No, the moment I walked through

the door, Father flew into a

rage, chased me from the house.

Fan wept.

>> That was long ago.

>> Long ago, yes, long ago.

>> And what became of Fan?

>> She grew into a beautiful

young woman.

>> And died in childbirth.

>> Yes.

>> The child lived.

>> My nephew Fred.

He came yesterday to wish me a

Merry Christmas.

I sent him away.

>> The time and place have

changed now, Ebenezer Scrooge.

Do you know this place?

>> I was apprenticed here!

>> Boys!

Where are you?

Dick?

Dick Wilkins?

>> Why, it's old Fezziwig!

Bless him.

Old Fezziwig alive again.

>> Where are you, Wilkins?

>> Here, Mister Fezziwig.

>> Dick Wilkins.

He was my best friend in those

days, spirit.

Oh, poor Dick, dear Dick.

>> And where have you left

Ebenezer?

That young rascal, where has he

got to?

>> Spirit, might I... could I...

>> Go to him.

He will see you as the young man

you were.

>> Oh, thank you, spirit.

Here, sir.

I'm here, Mr. Fezziwig.

>> Ah, there you are, Ebenezer!

Sneaking off to spy on the

pretty girls, were you?

>> Oh, no, sir.

>> Oh, no, sir!

No sir, of course not.

You young rogue.

No matter, boys, no matter.

No more work tonight.

It's Christmas Eve.

Clear away, my lads.

Time for a celebration.

We're having a party, boys.

Clear away, Dick.

Clear away, Ebenezer.

Move the furniture back against

the walls.

Roll up the carpets.

Everyone dances.

Everyone dances.

Find a partner, Dick!

>> In came the housemaid with

her cousin the baker.

In they all came, some shyly,

some boldly, some gracefully,

some awkwardly, some pushing,

some pulling.

>> Dick, find a partner!

(laughs)

>> You find a partner, too,

Ebenezer!

>> In they all came, and away

they all went.

20 couples at once, hands half

round and back again the other

way.

>> Come, Mrs. Fezziwig!

Dance with me!

>> Down the middle and up again,

round and round and starting

over!

>> Yo, ho, my boys!

Let's have the shutters up,

before a man can say Jack

Robinson!

Hilly-ho!

>> Oh, don't let it stop,

spirit.

Never let it stop.

I was never as happy as when I

was here.

>> A small matter to make these

silly people happy.

>> Small!

>> Don't you think so?

>> Fezziwig... Fezziwig had the

power to make us happy or

unhappy, and he chose to make us

happy.

He chose it!

It was a pleasure to work for

such a man.

So full of joy.

He made our work a pleasure.

Such an employer.

Such a kind... such a... such a

benevolent...

>> And what is it?

>> Nothing.

I... I was just thinking of my

poor clerk, Bob Cratchit.

I'm afraid his work isn't what

one would call a pleasure.

>> But such an employer he has.

Such a kind, benevolent...

>> Oh, stop, please stop.

I know, I know.

>> My time grows short.

Quickly now the years fly.

Behold.

>> Ebenezer...

>> Belle, it's Belle!

>> She loved you once.

>> And I loved her.

>> You never married.

>> No

>> She loved another?

>> No.

But she...

It wasn't that I loved her less.

I loved...

>> Do you love your money more

than you love me, Ebenezer?

>> Belle?

>> Stay.

She can neither see nor hear

you.

>> Thank you, spirit.

>> A golden idol has replaced

me.

You fear the world too much, and

don't love it enough.

I have seen you change from a

man of nobility into an evil,

twisted slave of greed.

Our love was born when we were

both poor, but with the

acquisition of money, you've

changed.

You are not the man who loved

me.

You are not... you are not the

man I loved.

I release you, Ebenezer.

>> Belle...

>> May you be happy in the life

you've chosen.

I will not stand between you and

your money.

Goodbye, Ebenezer.

>> Oh, spirit, show me no more.

Why do you torture me?

>> Belle married another.

>> Yes.

>> Her children could have been

yours.

>> Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Spirit, remove me from this

place.

I cannot bear it!

Take me back!

Take me back!

Back to my own room!

Haunt me no longer!

Haunt me no longer!

>> Scrooge seized the spirit's

extinguisher cap and pressed it

down upon its head, covering it

entirely, though the light

streamed forth in an unbroken

flood upon the ground.

Overcome by an irresistible

drowsiness, he staggered to his

bed, where he sank into a heavy

sleep.

(clock striking)

>> What?

The clock?

Oh, it's 1:00

I've slept through the day.

Jacob Marley warned me.

Another spirit, he said.

Another spirit at 1:00.

>> But no spirit appeared.

Five minutes, ten minutes,

nothing.

Then, at the quarter hour,

though all candles and lamps had

long been extinguished in the

room, Scrooge became aware of a

shaft of light growing brighter

by the moment.

>> What's that, the lamp?

One of my candles?

>> It wasn't.

>> It's coming from the sitting

room.

>> It was.

>> Scrooge could see the light

shining under and around the

closed door.

>> He got up softly, stepped

into his slippers, and shuffled

to the door.

>> Then the moment his hand was

on the knob, a voice called out

to him.

>> Ebenezer Scrooge!

Enter, enter, my friend!

>> He threw open the door, and

the light exploded into his

bedchamber.

The walls and ceilings of

Scrooge's sitting room were

covered with holly, mistletoe

and ivy, reflecting back the

light like so many scattered

mirrors.

>> And such a mighty blaze went

roaring up the chimney as that

old hearth had never known in

Scrooge's time.

Heaped upon the floor to form a

kind of throne were turkeys,

geese, game, poultry and great

joints of meat.

>> Suckling pigs, long wreaths

of sausages, mince pies, plum

puddings, barrels of oysters,

red hot chestnuts, cherry

cheeked apples, juicy oranges,

luscious pears, immense cakes.

>> And seething bowls of punch

that filled the air with a

delicious steaming perfume.

On this throne sat a jolly

giant, wielding a glowing torch

shaped like Plenty's horn.

>> Come, Ebenezer Scrooge!

Come and know me better, man!

>> Who are you, then?

>> I am the Ghost of Christmas

Present.

Look upon me.

>> The giant was clothed in a

long green velvet robe trimmed

in white fur.

On its head it wore a holly

wreath set here and there with

shining icicles.

Its eyes sparkled, and its curly

hair and beard were long and

free.

>> You have never seen the like

of me before.

>> Never.

>> Surely you have met some of

my elder brothers and sisters.

>> Have you many, spirit?

>> More than 1,800.

>> A very large family indeed.

>> Aye.

>> Spirit, conduct me where you

will.

Last night, or I think it was

last night, I learned a lesson

from a spirit.

Tonight, if you can, teach me

more.

>> Come, touch my robe.

>> Where are we going?

>> Out into the streets, man!

>> Scrooge stood unseen with the

spirit, who freely sprinkled

incense from his torch over the

people as they passed.

It was a very uncommon kind of

torch, for, whenever there were

angry words, it restored good

humor immediately.

>> Hey!

Steady there!

Watch where you're going!

>> Me?

Look at you!

Ran right into me!

>> No such thing!

Now my parcels are

scattered all over!

>> Mine as well!

>> If you'd been watching it

would never have happened!

>> You were watching, then?

>> I was!

>> Then how is it you didn't see

me?

>> I see you now.

>> And what are you going to do

about it, then?

>> Why, I'm going to... going to

help you with your packages.

>> Oh.

Thank you.

>> It doesn't seem I've damaged

anything.

It was all my fault, you know.

>> Nonsense.

If I were watching where I was

going, this wouldn't have

happened.

Look here.

We've collided directly in front

of a chocolate shop.

Would you care to have

something?

I'll pay.

>> Delighted.

>> After all, it's a shame to

quarrel upon Christmas Day.

>> And so it is, God love it, so

it is.

>> Spirit, is there a peculiar

flavor in what you sprinkle from

your torch?

>> There is-- my own, the spirit

of Christmas.

>> Why do you sprinkle so much

of it over the poorer families

as they pass?

>> Because they need it most,

and treasure it most.

Come, I'll show you.

>> Where are we going?

>> To the home of your clerk,

Bob Cratchit!

>> What has ever got your

precious father, then?

Peter, Belinda, did he say he

would be late today?

>> No, Mother.

>> He didn't say, Mother, no.

>> Bless his heart alive, I've

seen nothing like it.

He has Tiny Tim with him, too.

>> Yes, Mother.

Tim especially wanted to go to

church today.

>> Tiny Tim usually sits up on

his father's shoulder and keeps

him moving right along.

And today especially, with

Christmas dinner almost ready

for the table.

>> Martha isn't here yet,

either.

>> I'm watching for her.

>> Martha is later than she's

ever been.

I do hope nothing's happened to

spoil our plans.

>> I see her!

Here comes Martha!

>> Martha's here, Mother!

>> Get the door, Peter.

>> Yes, Mother.

>> Merry Christmas, Mother!

>> Merry Christmas, Martha.

How are you?

How late you are.

>> I'm sorry, Mother.

We'd a deal of work to finish up

last night, and had to clear

away this morning.

>> Well then, as long as you've

come.

Sit you down by the fire and

have a warm.

>> There's Father coming!

>> With Tiny Tim!

>> Hide, Martha, hide!

>> Merry Christmas, one and all!

Wish everyone a Merry Christmas,

Tim!

>> Merry Christmas!

>> That's me boy.

>> Merry Christmas, Belinda.

Merry Christmas, Peter.

>> Where's our Martha?

>> No, I'm afraid she's not

coming this Christmas.

>> Not coming!

Not coming upon Christmas day!

Oh, but...

>> Surprise!

>> Martha!

Hiding from me.

You did come!

>> Of course I came, Father.

How could I not on Christmas?

>> Let Tim down, Father!

>> We want to show him.

>> Come into the kitchen, Tim.

>> Oh, do, Tim!.

Mother has made the most

wonderful pudding.

>> It's not out yet, but you can

hear it singing in the copper.

>> It smells so like Christmas

should smell.

>> Come see.

>> Oh, I have to see.

Let me down, please, Father.

>> Down you go, then, Tim!

Not so fast.

Here, take your crutch, first.

>> Come, Tim, come.

>> I'm coming, I'm coming.

>> Oh, what would Christmas be

without a visit from the eldest

daughter, eh, Martha?

It's all Tim has talked about

all week.

>> How did Tim behave today?

>> As good as gold, and better.

Somehow, you know, he gets

thoughtful sitting there by

himself.

He told me coming home that he

hoped the people in church saw

him looking so happy and bright,

because they might forget their

own troubles, and remember who

made the lame walk, and enter

into the spirit and meaning of

Christmas all the more.

He's... he's growing stronger,

you know, stronger every day.

>> Yes, of course he is, Father.

>> You should smell the pudding,

Father.

>> A perfect pudding.

>> The best pudding ever in the

world.

>> Oh, and what makes you such

an expert on puddings?

>> Haven't I tasted the puddings

Mother makes every year?

>> Well, indeed you have.

>> They're the best puddings

that could ever be.

And this pudding is the best of

the best.

>> The best of the best.

Well, I'll wager it is, Tim,

I'll wager it is.

>> Come, children, time for

dinner.

>> You hear that, Tim?

Quick, Peter, run and fetch the

goose from the oven.

>> Yes, Father.

>> Martha, Belinda, finish the

table.

>> Yes, Mother.

>> Right away, Mother.

>> Oh, Tim, you shall sit at the

head of the table with me.

Hurry now.

>> Here's Peter with the roast

goose.

>> The goose.

>> The goose, look at it.

>> See the goose, Martha.

>> Never was there such a

Christmas goose.

Merry Christmas, everyone, Merry

Christmas.

>> Hurrah!

Merry Christmas!

>> Cratchit has a very large

family.

I had no idea.

>> Have you ever asked?

>> No.

It seems such a small meal for

such a large family.

>> Oh, but honestly come by.

Your clerk works very hard for

his 15 shillings a week.

>> I see no presents for the

children.

>> There isn't money enough.

They keep Christmas in their

hearts, not their pocketbooks.

They give presents of love.

>> Oh, time passes.

They've done with their meal.

>> Oh, the pudding, my dears!

It is time for the pudding.

>> It's time for the pudding!

>> Here comes the pudding.

Here comes the pudding.

>> Oh, smell that.

Smell the pudding.

>> A beautiful pudding.

>> A perfect pudding.

>> A wonderful pudding.

>> An excellent pudding.

>> A wretchedly small pudding.

>> Bigger in their eyes than in

yours.

>> A toast.

>> A toast.

>> To Mister Scrooge, the

founder of the feast.

>> The founder of the feast

indeed!

I wish I had your Mister Scrooge

here right now, Bob Cratchit.

I'd give him a piece of my mind

to chew upon.

>> My dear, the children,

Christmas day.

>> To drink to the health of

such a hard, unfeeling man as

Mister Scrooge, we carry the

Christmas spirit too far.

>> No, Mother.

Mister Scrooge needs Christmas

just as much as we do.

Even more.

>>(sighs)

Oh, dear.

Very well, then.

I'll drink to his health, but

only because it's Christmas day.

>> Now, that's the way.

To Mister Scrooge!

>> To Mister Scrooge!

>> God bless him.

>> God bless him.

>> And God bless us.

>> God bless us, everyone.

>> Special announcement.

Young Master Timothy Cratchit

will grace us with a song from

his vast repertoire.

>> Oh, yes, a song, Tim!

Sing us a song!

>> Yes, Tim.

>> ♪ What child is this...

>> They all seem so happy.

>> Aye.

>> But they're poor.

I don't pay Cratchit enough for

one man to...

Ah, you don't pay Bob Cratchit

enough for one man to live

decently, yet he supports a

family.

The strength of that family lies

not in the paltry sum Bob

Cratchit brings home.

Love is the main element there,

not money.

>> Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim

will live.

>> If these shadows remain

unaltered by the future, I see a

vacant seat in the chimney

corner, and a small crutch

without an owner.

>> No, no!

Oh, kind spirit, say he would be

spared!

There are hospitals...

>> "If he is going to die he had

better do it and decrease the

surplus population."

Whose words are those?

>> My own.

>> Why, man, what right have

you?

You are less fit to live than

millions like this poor child.

>> But, Spirit, I didn't know.

I...

>> (laughing)

>> Who's that?

>> Your nephew.

>> My nephew?

Fred?

What's he doing at Cratchit's

house?

>> He's not.

And neither are we.

>> Welcome to the home of your

nephew!

>> And he said Christmas was a

humbug.

>> A humbug?

>> A humbug.

And he believed it, too.

>> He's an evil old thing.

>> Why bless you, wife of mine,

you've put on such a serious

face.

Uncle Scrooge is not as pleasant

as he might be, but he suffers

for it.

And I can't... I can't condemn

him.

He condemns himself.

>> Well put.

>> Thank you, Topper.

>> He's very rich, Fred.

>> Who, Topper?

Then why hasn't he ever invited

us to his house for Christmas

dinner?

(laughter)

>> No, I mean your Uncle

Scrooge.

>> My uncle's wealth doesn't do

him a bit of good.

He lives like a rat.

>> A rat in a hole.

I've seen his rooms.

>> As have I, and I'm sorry for

him.

He won't come to Christmas

dinner with us.

He stays home and eats his

gruel.

He only punishes himself.

>> And he's missed an excellent

dinner.

>> That he has.

>> Let's talk of something else.

He's an evil old thing, and I

won't have my Christmas ruined

with talk of him.

>> Absolutely right, my dear.

What shall we talk about

instead?

>> Oh, let's play Yes and No.

>> A splendid idea.

Yes and No it is.

Who will begin?

>> Oh, you start, Fred.

>> Very well.

I'll be something, and you must

guess what I am.

Ready?

>> Ready.

>> So am I.

Begin.

Guess what I am.

>> Are you a vegetable?

>> No.

>> A mineral?

>> No.

>> Then you're an animal.

>> Yes.

>> He's an animal.

>> A jungle animal?

>> No.

>> A fish?

>> No.

Is an insect an animal?

>> Yes.

>> Oh, all right, then.

Are you an insect?

>> No.

>> A country animal?

>> No.

>> A city animal?

>> Yes.

>> A dog?

>> No.

>> "A city animal, a city

animal."

Oh, spirit, I know they can't

hear me, but, are you a man?

>> Do you have four legs?

>> No.

>> Are you an insect with many

legs?

>> I told you, Topper, I'm not

an insect.

>> Oh, right.

I had forgotten.

>> Ask him if he's a man.

Somebody ask him if he's a man.

>> Are you a disagreeable

animal?

>> Yes.

>> Do you grunt and growl?

>> Yes.

>> Are you a vicious animal?

>> Oh, yes.

>> Do you have sharp teeth?

>> No.

>> A man.

You're a man!

He's a man!

Oh, Spirit, this is wonderful

fun.

>> Do you live in London?

>> Yes.

>> You hear that?

He lives in London.

>> A horse?

>> No.

>> A canary?

>> No.

>> A toad?

>> No.

>> A man, he's a man.

Somebody guess.

>> An animal we might see in the

street?

>> Yes.

>> Oh, oh, a tiger.

>> Topper, there aren't any

tigers in the streets of London.

>> Oh.

How about a bear, then?

>> No.

>> A cat.

>> No.

>> A mouse.

>> No.

>> Oh, oh, wait, wait.

I know, I've got it.

I've found it out.

I know what Fred is.

>> Oh, he knows, spirit, Topper

knows!

>> He's a man.

>> Yes!

But which man?

>> Queen Victoria.

>> Is Queen Victoria a man?

>> None of my business.

>> No, not Queen Victoria.

>> Prince Albert, then.

>> No.

>> No, wait, wait, what do we

know?

He's a disagreeable animal.

>> He grunts and growls.

>> A vicious animal.

>> Maybe a tiger.

>> Not a tiger.

>> Right.

Not a tiger.

>> Spirit, Topper knows the man.

>> Oh, I know, I got it!

I know what it is.

>> Who?

>> Uncle Scrooge.

>> Yes!

(laughter)

>> You hear that, Spirit!

It is I!

I'm the disagreeable animal!

>> Ah, well, my uncle has given

us plenty of merriment, and it

would be ungrateful not to drink

his health.

To my Uncle Scrooge.

>> Uncle Scrooge!

>> A Merry Christmas and a Happy

New Year to the old man.

>> A Merry Christmas.

>> Oh, come.

We must go.

>> Oh, must we?

It's all been so happy.

>> We must.

Come.

>> They went far and saw much,

visiting many homes where the

spirit's torch brought the

happiness of the Christmas

Spirit.

They stood beside sickbeds, and

those who suffered were

cheerful.

They brought the comforts of

holiday and home to those who

were away in foreign lands.

>> They stood with those in

despair, and brought hope with

those in poverty who were rich

in spirit.

It was a long night, though

Scrooge felt that it was more

than a single night, and

observed that the spirit grew

visibly older, until finally its

hair was thin and white.

>> Are spirits' lives so short?

>> My life upon this earth ends

tonight at midnight.

>> Forgive me for asking,

spirit, but in all the time

we've been together, I've

noticed from time to time

something at your feet, hiding

under your robe.

>> Aye.

>> May I ask?

>> You may.

And since you ask, look here.

Behold.

>> Two demon children crouched

at the spirit's feet-- wretched,

frightful and hideous.

Scrooge stepped back and covered

his eyes.

>> Horrible.

>> A boy and girl, meager,

ragged, scowling and wolfish.

Where angels lived in other

children, devils lurked in

these.

Nothing could prepare Scrooge

for the sight of these shriveled

monsters.

>> Spirit, are they yours?

>> They are man's.

This boy is Ignorance.

The girl is Want.

Beware of them both, but most of

all, beware of this boy.

>> Have they no refuge or

resource?

Is there no hope for them?

And Tiny Tim, is there no hope

for Tiny Tim?

>> Are there no prisons?

>> Oh, don't mock me!

>> Are there no workhouses?

Are there no prisons?

Are there no workhouses?

>> Scrooge had fallen to his

knees and buried his head.

Then, at the final stroke of

midnight, he lifted up his eyes

to find the spirit, and beheld

instead a solemn towering

phantom, draped and hooded in a

deep black garment concealing

its face and form.

It glided toward him like a mist

along the ground.

>> Are you the Ghost of

Christmas Yet to Come?

And have you come to show me the

shadows of things that have not

happened, but will happen?

Oh, Spirit, I fear you more than

any of the others I've seen.

But I know you mean only to do

me good.

I'm ready.

Show me the future.

>> Where are we, spirit?

Why... why we've returned to Bob

Cratchit's house.

Are we now going to see things

that will happen in the future?

Oh, but why here?

Why have we...

Spirit, where is Tiny Tim?

>> Peter?

>> Yes, Mother?

>> Isn't it time for your father

to be home?

>> Past time.

>> Go to the window and watch

for him, will you, Peter?

>> He walks a little slower than

he used to these last few

evenings, Mother.

>> Slower.

Why, I have known him to walk

very fast indeed with Tiny Tim

on his shoulder.

Very fast indeed.

>> So have I, Mother.

>> Yes, often.

>> But Tiny Tim was very light

to carry, you know, and his

father loved him so that it was

no trouble.

>> There's father coming.

>> Oh.

>> Good evening, my dear.

Belinda, Peter.

>> Oh, sit down, Bob, sit down.

There's tea on the hob.

Peter, get your father some tea.

>> Yes, Mother.

>> Bob, did... did you go today

to see...

>> Yes, I did.

>> It would have done you good

to see how beautiful it is.

It's on a hill, and it looks out

on this... this gentle slope of

snow.

You know how snow is when it's

new.

It's pure and white, with these

little sparkling points of light

scattered, you know, like...

like little... like little

Christmas diamonds for my... my

Tiny Tim.

Oh, but you'll see it often.

I knelt there and I promised him

that we would come again on

Sunday, all of us.

>>(sobbing)

>> Oh, there, there, there,

there, there, my dear.

Why, what would Tim say if he

saw you like this?

"Why, Mother," he'd say,

"Christmas is a time for making

merry, for counting our

blessings."

Our blessings.

I saw Mr. Scrooge's nephew

today.

>> Mister Fred?

>> Yes, Mister Fred.

He saw I looked a little...

well, just a little down, you

know?

And he asked what was troubling

my mind.

Well, I told him.

And he said, "I am heartily

sorry, Mr. Cratchit."

He remembered my name, you see.

"I am heartily sorry," he said,

"and sorry for your good wife,

too."

Though how he knew that I'll

never know.

>> Knew what?

>> That you're a good wife.

Yeah, see?

That's more like it.

>> What else did he say, Father?

>> Peter, he said that if he

could be of any service I should

come to him.

It really seemed as if he had

known our Tiny Tim.

>> I wish he had.

>> Yes, I think he would have

loved Tim just as we did.

Such a patient and mild... well

everyone run for your coats,

huh?

We're going to go out and listen

to the carolers.

There's a fine snow coming down

now.

>> It's snowing?

>> Truly?

>> Hurry, hurry.

Run for your coats, hurry.

>> Tim?

I don't know if you can hear me,

son, but we're going to be just

fine, Tim.

Just... just fine.

Oh, and, Tim, Merry Christmas,

son.

Merry Christmas.

>> Oh, spirit, this cannot be!

You mustn't let this happen.

Not Tiny Tim!

Tell me that it's not too late!

Where are we?

We're in the street near my

house.

Why are we here?

>> No, I don't know much about

it either way.

I only know he's dead.

>> When did he die?

>> Last night, I believe.

>> Who are they talking about,

Spirit?

>> I thought he'd never die.

What was the matter with him?

>> I don't really care.

In fact, I don't think anyone

will care much.

>> Whoever it is wasn't very

well liked

>> What has he done with his

money?

>> Well, he hasn't left it to

me, I know that much.

>> It won't be a very large

funeral.

>> It will be a very cheap

funeral.

>> Why, man, who would go?

I can't think of anyone who

would.

>> I don't mind going if a lunch

is provided for free.

But they must feed me, and I'll

only stay as long as there is

food to be had.

>> Spirit, who could be so

terrible these men would feel no

compassion at his passing?

>> Hello, old thing.

How are you?

>> Very good, and you?

>> Well, thank you.

Ah, I see the old man's gone to

keep the devil company.

>> So I'm told.

A bit cold, isn't it?

>> Yes.

Christmas, you know.

>> Yes, quite.

>> Quite.

Good morning, then.

>> Good morning.

>> Who are they talking about,

who?

Where are we going, spirit?

Where are we... I don't know

this street.

Wait, there's a sign.

"Field Lane."

Oh, we're in Saffron Hill!

>> Saffron Hill, a collection of

filthy shops.

A colony of petty larceny,

inhabited by those who traffic

in stolen and salvaged goods.

Here could be found wads of silk

handkerchiefs resold by the

pickpockets who spirited them

away, old iron and bones, and

heaps of mildewed wool and

linen, rust and rot.

>> Alleys and archways, like so

many cesspools, disgorged their

offenses of smell and dirt and

life upon the straggling

streets, and the whole quarter

reeked with crime, filth and

misery.

And here sat a lowbrowed

beetling shop where iron, bones,

bottles, and charnel house

viscera were bought.

>> Inside were secrets that few

would scrutinize, hidden in

mountains of unseemly rags,

masses of corrupted fat.

And in the middle of it all, by

a charcoal stove, sat a great,

greasy spider of a man smoking

his pipe.

>> Old Joe, you in?

>>(chuckling)

Well, well, well,

Mrs. Dilber.

And you've not come alone.

>> We run into each other down

the way.

We all been to the same treasure

trove and come with plunder.

This here's the Widow Krook.

>> The Widow Krook?

>> Let's get on with it, then.

>> These things is done with

ceremony.

Introductions first.

And, final, o' course, you know

the undertaker's man, Mr.

Whitlow.

>> Whitlow.

>> Pleasure.

>> Look at the three of ye

bearin' gifts for Old Joe, like

as if you was the magi

theirselves.

When would you three meet again,

eh?

Come in, come in.

Shut the door after.

>> Listen to it squeak.

>> What have you got?

Undertaker's man first.

>> I got two keys, a pencil

case, a pair of sleeve buttons,

and a brooch of no great value.

>> No great value at all.

>> It's not fair.

By the time I get to them

they've been picked over good.

>> Still, business is business.

So there.

>> That's your account, and I

wouldn't give another sixpence

if I was to be boiled for not

doin' it.

Who's next?

Mrs. Dilber, Widow Krook?

>> I'll wait.

>> Ah, best for last, eh, Widow?

>> Here's mine, Joe.

>> Let's see what you've got,

Mrs. Dilber.

>> Sheets and towels, a pair of

boots, two old fashioned silver

teaspoons, a pair of sugar tongs

and a coat, somewhat the worse

for wear.

Ah, I always give too much to

the ladies.

It's a weakness, and that's the

way I ruin myself.

Here's your account, then.

If ye asks me for another penny,

I'll repent of bein' so liberal,

and take back half a crown.

>> Now undo my bundle, Joe.

>> All right, then.

What's this?

Bedcurtains?

>> Bedcurtains.

His own.

>> His own curtain rings, too.

You don't mean to say you took

'em down, rings and all, with

him lyin' there croaked?

>> Yes, I do.

Why not?

>> You were born to make your

fortune.

What's this, his blankets?

>> Whose else's, you think?

He isn't likely to take cold

without 'em.

>> And this?

>> You may look through that

shirt till your eyes ache, but

you won't find a hole in it.

It's the best he had.

They'd have wasted it, hadn't

been for me.

>> Wasted it?

>> They had it on 'im to be

buried in.

But I took it.

>> You took it off'n him while

he was...

>> If calico ain't good enough

for such a purpose, it ain't

good enough for nothin'.

He can't look any uglier.

>> Mercy.

>> I should've had that shirt,

by rights.

>> Oh, pipe down, Whitlow.

You get plenty.

Got anything else, Widow?

>> That's the lot.

>> Good.

I feared you might be marketing

the corpse itself.

>> No!

>> All right, then.

>> People on the streets, I

couldn'ta got it out.

>> Why wasn't he a natural sort

of bloke in his lifetime?

That's what I'd just like to

know.

>> Yes, that's the Lord's own

truth, ain't it?

>> If he would have been nicer

to people he might have had

somebody lookin' after 'im when

he was sick, instead of dyin'

all alone in his room by

himself.

>> Truer words was never spoke.

It's a judgment on him, that's

what it is.

I don't think he was ever kind

to nobody in his life.

>> Oh, spirit, please, I know

there must be some lesson to be

learned in the death of this

man.

Tell me his name.

We're back on the street.

Where are we off to now, spirit?

Are we...

>> Merry Christmas, brother.

>> He sees me?

>> Uh... Merry Christmas.

Tell me, brother, have you heard

about the man who died last

night?

>> The whole district's buzzing

with the news!

Mind you, I didn't know him

myself, but from the talk I've

heard, we're better off without

him.

>> Oh, his name, do you know his

name?

>> Doesn't everyone?

It's Ebenezer Scrooge.

Ebenezer Scrooge died last

night.

Merry Christmas, brother.

>> Oh, spirit, I am the one who

died.

I'm the one nobody mourned!

Oh, spirit, hear me.

I am not the man I was!

Assure me that I may yet change

these shadows, that I may alter

my life and become a good man!

I will honor and keep the

spirit of Christmas all year

round.

I will live in the past, the

present and the future.

All three spirits will live in

me.

Oh, I have learned my lesson,

spirit.

Spirit, I... why... why, I'm

back in my own bed.

But how could...

Another chance.

I'm being given another chance.

I'm not dead!

And Tiny Tim's not dead.

Another chance for Tiny Tim.

I'll... I'll send him to

doctors, the best doctors!

I'm as light as a feather, as

happy as an angel

Oh, merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to all the

world!

Oh, my.

I don't know what day it is.

I don't know how many days I

traveled under the influence of

spirits.

(laughs)

Oh, I like that!

Under the influence of spirits.

I don't... I don't know

anything!

I'm a baby!

(laughs)

A little baby!

But I don't care.

I like being a baby.

(chanting)

I like being a baby,

I like being...

Oh, look out the window.

A boy down on the street, do you

see that?

Do you see that?

Who am I talking to?

There's no one here but me.

I hope!

(laughs)

Boy!

Oh, boy!

You there!

>> Who, me?

>> Yes!

Yes, you!

What's today, my fine fellow?

>> Today?

Why, it's Christmas Day!

>> I haven't missed it!

The spirits have done it all in

one night, or they sent me back,

or... they can do anything they

like!

Hello, my fine fellow!

>> Hello!

>> Do you know the poulterer's

shop at the corner?

>> Yes, sir.

>> Oh, an intelligent boy, a

remarkable boy.

Have they sold that prize turkey

that was hanging up there?

The big one?

>> What, the one as big as me?

>> Oh, a delightful boy!

A pleasure to talk to him.

Yes, my lad, the one as big as

you.

>> It's still there, sir!

>> Good!

Go and tell them to bring it

here to me and I'll buy it.

And I'll tell them where to take

it.

Come back with the man and I'll

give you a shilling!

>> A shilling!

>> Come back in less than five

minutes, I'll give you half a

crown!

>> Half a crown!

Yes, sir!

I'll be back, sir!

Half a crown!

>> I'll send it to Bob Cratchit.

Why, it's twice as big as Tiny

Tim!

Oh, I must dress and meet the

turkey downstairs.

No, no, not the turkey, the...

quickly.

I'll have Christmas dinner with

my nephew Fred.

Won't he be surprised, though!

>> Oh, what a time old Scrooge

had that Christmas.

He had dinner with Fred, and

sang carols, and played games,

including Yes and No, which he

won every time.

And after dinner he went round

to all the shops and pounded on

the doors until they were opened

to him.

>> And he brought presents for

all the Cratchits and had them

sent to their house.

But he instructed the

shopkeepers not to tell who sent

the presents.

And by the time night fell, he

had spent more money on presents

and food for the poor and needy

than he had ever spent on

anything in his entire life.

>> And he was happier than he'd

ever been in his life.

But he was early at the office

the next morning, so he could

catch Bob Cratchit coming in

late.

And Bob was late.

>> Bob and his family had stayed

up the night before celebrating

the strangest and most wonderful

Christmas they'd ever had.

>> The clock finished striking

9:00.

No Bob.

15 minutes past 9:00, no Bob.

And then, at 9:30...

>> Cratchit!

>> Yes, sir?

>> What do you mean by coming in

here at this time of day?

>> I'm very sorry, sir.

I'm behind my time.

>> Yes, you are.

Behind your time a whole 30

minutes!

Come here, Cratchit!

>> It's only once a year, sir.

It won't happen again.

I'm afraid I was making rather

merry yesterday, Mr. Scrooge.

>> Cratchit, I'm not going to

stand for this sort of behavior

any longer.

>> No, sir.

>> And I see no choice but to...

...raise your salary!

>> Please, sir, I can't... what?

>> That's right.

You heard me.

>> Merry Christmas, Bob.

A Merry, Merry Christmas!

Can you ever forgive an old

fool?

>> Yes, sir.

I mean no sir, you're not a

fool.

I mean...

>> I'm going to raise your

salary, and I want to help you

to raise that family of yours,

too.

We're going to get Tiny Tim the

best doctors in the world!

He's going to be fine, Bob!

He'll grow up strong and

healthy.

And the children will all need

the best schooling.

It's too cold in here.

Put some more coals on the fire.

>> Yes, sir.

>> No, no, I'll do it.

Here, you sit at my desk.

Pull up your feet.

I'll bring you a nice Christmas

bowl of smoking bishop.

It's about time, isn't it, Bob?

A Merry, Merry Christmas to you,

Bob Cratchit!

A Merry Christmas to everybody!

>> Scrooge was better than his

word.

He did it all and more.

And to Tiny Tim, who did not

die, he was a second father.

He became as good a friend, as

good a master, and as good a man

as the good old city knew.

Some laughed at him, but he let

them laugh, for he was wise

enough to know that nothing ever

happens that some people don't

laugh.

He never saw the spirits again,

but he learned their lesson

well, for it was always said of

him that he knew how to keep

Christmas better than any other

man.

May that truly be said of all of

us.

And so, as Tiny Tim observed...

>> God bless us, every one!

>> You have been listening to

the radio dramatization A

Christmas Carol, written by

Philip Grecian, based on the

novel by Charles Dickens, and

presented by KTWU.

And so good night, Happy

Holidays and Merry Christmas!

(applause)

>> This program is underwritten

by Gary Clarke of Cowabunga

Safaris, whose limited edition

signed and numbered book

Gary

Clarke's Africa

is available in

the U.S., Canada, the UK, Europe

and Africa.

>> Dr. Terry Witten Dental

Implant Center of Northeast

Kansas.

Dedicated to repairing

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health for over 20 years.

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to helping Kansans navigate

through a complex financial

environment.

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