The Ghost of Christmas Present
Ghost: Come in, Scrooge! Come in! Are available in and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon myself! You have under no circumstances seen the likes of me before? Scrooge: Never.
Ghost: Have never walked forth with my personal elder friends?
Scrooge: I actually don't think i have. You could have many brothers? Ghost: More than 1, 800. 1, 842, to be exact.
Scrooge: I see you wear a scabbard, but no sword.
Ghost: Indeed. Peace that is known. Good will toward males.
Scrooge: Heart, conduct myself where you will.
Ghosting: Touch my own robe. Exactly what is happening? Exactly what you undertaking? Very strange. Scrooge: Certainly. Not many men are granted a beautiful perspective of man's universe. Ghost: Yes. It's quite beautiful.
Scrooge: Spirit, these types of poor people have zero means to prepare their meals. And yet you seek
to shut the only areas in which they can warm all their meager meals every seventh day. Ghosting: Hear me personally, Scrooge. There are some upon this earth of yours who also claim to understand me and my brothers, and do their deeds of ill can and selfishness in our brand. These apparent " guys of the cloth" are because strange to me and my kin as if they under no circumstances lived. Impose their stroke to these people, not us. Scrooge: Aye. I will.
Boys: Smell that? Cooking goose!
A girl: Come on!
Scrooge: My spouse and i take this this unsatisfactory paupers' house is of some significance. Ghosting: It is all of your loyal clerk can afford pertaining to his measely 15 joe a week. Kids: Mother! Progenitor! We only came by baker shop. And smelled our goose,
Wife of Bob: Shut the door, make sure you. What happened on your precious daddy? And your brother. And Martha, she had not been as later last Holiday Day. Martha: Mother, here she is, Mother. Here's Martha.
Wife of Bob: Martha! Wait till the truth is our goose. 'Tis a wonderful one. Philip, off along to the baker's and acquire the chicken. And take those children with you. And pray, no dallying. Wife of: Why,...