The End of it
Yes! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future! Scrooge repeated as he scrambled out of bed. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. O Jacob Marley! Heaven and the Christmastime be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob; on my knees!
He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit, and his face was wet with tears.
They are not torn down, cried Scrooge, folding one of his bed-curtains in his arms, They are not torn down, rings and all. They are here I am here the shadows of the things that would have been may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will!
His hands were busy with his garments all this time: turning them inside out, putting them on upside down, tearing them, mislaying them, making them parties to every kind of extravagance.
I dont know what to do! cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath, and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. 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!
He had frisked into the sitting-room; and was now standing there, perfectly winded.
Theres the saucepan that the gruel was in! cried Scrooge, starting off again, and going round the fireplace. Theres the door by which the Ghost of Jacob Marley entered! Theres the corner where the Ghost of Christmas Present sat! Theres the window where I saw the wandering Spirits! Its all right, its all true, it all happened. Ha, ha, ha!
Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years, it was a splendid laugh, a most illustrious laugh. The father of a long, long line of brilliant laughs!
I dont know what day of the month it is, said Scrooge. I dont know how long I have been among the Spirits. I dont know anything. Im quite a baby. Never mind. I dont care. Id rather be a baby. Hallo! Whoop! Hallo here!
He was checked in his transports by the churches ringing out the lustiest peals he had ever heard. Clash, clash, hammer; ding, dong, bell! Bell, dong, ding; hammer, clang, clash! Oh, glorious, glorious!
Running to the window, he opened it, and put out his head. No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; golden sunlight; heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious!
Whats today? cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
Whats today, my fine fellow? said Scrooge.
Today! replied the boy. Why, C
Its Christmas Day! said Scrooge to himself. I havent missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can. Hallo, my fine fellow!
Hallo! returned the boy.
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