A Christmas Carol

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A Christmas Carol

A Christmas Carol Summary

A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens tells the story of Ebenezer Scrooge, a miserly old man who despises Christmas. On Christmas Eve, he is visited by the ghost of his former partner, Jacob Marley, followed by the Spirits of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet to Come. These supernatural visits reveal to Scrooge the impact of his greed and lead him to transform into a kinder, more generous person, embracing the true spirit of Christmas.

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"Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it: and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail. Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas. Once upon a time—of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve—old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the court outside, go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them. The city clocks had only just gone three, but it was quite dark already: it had not been light all day; and candles were flaring in the windows of the neighboring offices, like ruddy smears upon the palpable brown air."

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