I am the Ghost of Christmas Present! Look upon me!
The poor Cratchits on Christmas morning.
A Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us
God bless us, every one.
No, no. Oh, no, kind Spirit. say he will be spared!
I see a vacant seat, in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die
He said that Christmas was a humbug, as I live. He believed it too.
More shame for him, Fred.
A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to the old man, whatever he is. He wouldn't take it from me, but may he have it, nevertheless. Uncle Scrooge
This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it