A Christmas Carol PDF is a novella of Charles Dickens. This book was originally published back on December 19, 1843, in London. It was published by Chapman & Hall. After publication, this novel got instantly success. Ebenezer Scrooge plays a major role in this story, who is a very bitter man, he lives a very isolated life. His only main focus in life is his job.
Overall this is a pretty easy book for reading compared to some of the other Charles Dickens’ literary works. The book itself has never been out of the print since 1843 and the story of Ebenezer Scrooge has been told and retold countless times in form of stage plays, feature-length films, radio programs, television specials and even operas. There’s not any doubt that “A Christmas Carol” will continue to be a part of the Christmas’ tradition for years to come.
Original Title: A Christmas Carol. In Prose. Being a Ghost Story of Christmas
Overview of PDF Book, A Christmas Carol
Many Christmases ago, there lived Ebenezer Scrooge, who was a businessman. Everyone knew him as Mr. Scrooge, but not because Ebenezer was popular and certainly not, he was generous. The name “Scrooge” became synonymous with greed and selfishness and was often used in place of other words that don’t belong in polite conversation.
Ebenezer Scrooge made his fortune in banking, partnering with his friend Jacob Marley, who was just as stingy as Scrooge. Together, they did everything they could to crush every last cent out of everyone around them. They lent money to people who needed it, but if you were even a minute late in paying it back, Marley and Scrooge would take everything you had, even the shirt off your back!
They foreclosed on schools, hospitals, even orphanages. And they took money wherever they could get it. There was nothing those two liked more than money. Their hearts were as hard and cold as the gold coins that jangled in their pockets.
Jacob Marley passed away a few years back, and as Mr. Scrooge sat alone in his office that was dark, he sometimes thought of Marley, but when he did, he would stab to force all those sad memories from thinking by just focusing on money. He came out of the office and stood threateningly over his assistant, a caring and nervous young man named as Bob Cratchit. “Cratchit!” shouted Scrooge “have you finished filing those papers yet?” “A-Almost, Mr. Scrooge,” he said.
Cratchit sat at a little desk, his teeth chattering as he shivered in cold of the London winter. “It’s just,” he added, “I think I could go a bit faster if it was a slightly warmer in here.” While Mr. Scrooge’s office had a big, roaring fire, the only thing to keep Cratchit warm was a tiny coal heater.
“Coal doesn’t grow on trees, Cratchit!” said Scrooge. “I’m not paying for you to get comfy. If you put another piece of coal in that heater, it is coming out of your pay.”
“Yes sir, of course, sir”. sit Cratchit. “I’m sure I can get this filing done by next week”
“I imagine you can. Since you seem to have been lazing about here, you’ll have to come in tomorrow.” But Mr. Scrooge, tomorrow is Christmas! I need to be with my family. Especially Tiny Tim… I do not know how many more Christmases you’ll be around for.” “That’s very touching, Mr. Cratchit,” Scrooge said dryly, “All right, you’ve swayed my heart. you could have a half-day tomorrow, but I’ll expect you to work through New Years.
“Bless you, Mr. Scrooge!” Cratchit said, reaching for his columns way out.
“Have yourself a Merry Christmas!”
“Christmas,” said Scrooge, “bah humbug!”
With that, he shut the door on Mr. Cratchit & went back to the office. He sat at desk, looking over papers with the frown he always wore when he heard a strange noise, something jingling, and rattling. At first, he supposed it was a set of sled bells from the street, but when he heard it again it was definitely coming from upstairs, where he lived. Slowly he crept through the halls, peaking cautiously into empty rooms. But just as he decided he was going angry, he heard moaning coming from stairway behind him.
Scrooge’s face turned white, as white is the all-too-familiar figure he saw hovering over the stairs watching him with large, sad eyes. It was Jacob Marley! in the flesh-well, sort of. He looked very much like Scrooge remembered him, except that he was transparent and dragged heavy chains from his arms and legs.
“Is it really you, Marley?” as Scrooge. “Ebenezer Scrooge!” the ghost bellowed, “I have come to give you a grave warning. You must change your wicked ways or you’ll wind-up cursed like I am! You see I forged these chains through life-time of the greed and heartlessness. And I know you well, old friend – I am sure your chains will be heavier. That is why, tonight, you’ll be visited by 3 spirits who will try to open your heart. If they cannot teach you, you’ll be doomed to walk the earth in chains like me!”
The ghost vanished before Scrooge could ask another question.
Now looking around the deserted stairway, he saw there is no ghost, no proof that it had ever really happened at all. “Perhaps I was just seeing things,” he thought. He decided he just needed to get some sleep, so he superannuated to bedroom and crawled into bed. Scrooge had not been asleep for long when his window opened by itself and a cold winter wind blew in. He shivered and got out of bed to close it. When he turned around, he saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him wearing a long dress of blue light.
“I am ghost of the Christmas past.”
Christmas? Bah-humbug! if this is some sort of charity, you can just forget it, you won’t get any money from me.”
“I’m not here for your money, Ebenezer,” she said. Her voiced soft and reassuring, “I’ve come to rekindle your love of Christmas.”
“I hate Christmas! it’s nothing but an excuse for lazy people to get out of work.” “That’s what you say, but that wasn’t always the case. let me show you something.” She led him to window, a window which Scrooge had looked out many times before. This time, however, the view was different. He recognized it at once: he was looking into the house where he grew-up. It was early on a winter morning & there was a little boy opening a Christmas present with a smile on his face as big as all outdoors. There was much happiness on the boy’s face, so much purity, and love.
Ghost of the Christmas past walked up next to the awe-struck Scrooge and quietly asked him, whatever happened to that little boy? Scrooge didn’t answer. He knew that little boy was himself, but he honestly couldn’t remember how I came to be who he was. “You have fallen a long way, Ebenezer.” Said by the spirit. Scrooge seemed to regain ahold of himself.
Well, times change… people change!” he said defensively. “But some people change like food left out for too long… they go bad.” She disappeared, leaving Scrooge alone there with his thoughts. He tried to go back to the sleep but he remembered what Marley said about three spirits… the thought of another ghostly visitor kept him awake with fright. Tossing and turning, he supposed he heard a noise. It was a loud thump and, it came from the kitchen.
He stuck through the dark hallways and peeked in. It looked as though someone was cooking, someone hungry and with no sense of taste. Laid out were bread, fish, cheese, pickles, and half of a pumpkin pie. Scrooge wondered who could eat like this, and as refrigerator’s door closed, he desired he hadn’t. Because there stood the giant of a man, round and rosy.
“Are you a ghost too?” as Scrooge. Yesh! replied the ghost, with his mouth full of pumpkin-fish-pie sandwich. He swallowed, and then continued,
“I am ghost of the Christmas present.”
Are you here to show me some more visions? Well, I did come all this way… oh! look at the time, we really must be off. There’s something important you need to see! said by the spirit. He grabbed screwed by the wrist and the whole kitchen vanished. Now they were in another house, a much smaller one. In the family’s dining room, which is a house with so few rooms served as playroom, lounge, and study, Bob Cratchit sat at the head of the dinner table and led the family in prayer.
“Lord, thank-you for glorious banquet you’ve provided us on this Christmas Eve.”
What banquet? is it behind that Turkey that’s the size of a pigeon? asked Scrooge. No, that is the banquet. Replied by ghost of the Christmas present. That’s the biggest bird they could afford. But yet they seem so happy… Scrooge wondered.
Please take care of our family, especially Tiny Tim who needs your miracles the most. Scrooge remembered Cratchit mentioning the name before, but he had never really paid attention. But now he carefully observed the boy: he was small and thin, under-weight in fact, and he carried a tiny wooden crutch because he could no longer walk well. He looked very sick, his eyes shone brightly with warmth and innocence.
Cratchit continued, also, please bless Mr. Scrooge and let him have a Merry Christmas. The face of his wife turned red when she heard this. Are you really going to pray for that old tightwad? she demanded. I’ve never met such a dreadful human being! if he paid you as much as he should, we could move out of this tiny house, we could —-
She looked at Tiny Tim for a moment, and she started to cry. Cratchit held her hand and said, Honey! we have a roof over our head and we have each other. We should be really thankful for what we already have. Though he would never admit it, Scrooge’s eyes began to water too.
Tell me, spirit, what will become of Tiny Tim? Will he get better?
If nothing changes? Said by the spirit sadly, I see an empty chair at a tiny prop without an owner. Scrooge grabbed the ghost and shook him. You can’t be right! he cried. Well, he’s little boy. The ghost faded away and he was left alone with the kitchen. He sat in his study and waited. He knew a final ghost would be with him soon. Every minute that ticked by on the clock of grandfather was worse than one before it. Though all windows were closed, the cold wind blew and out of shadows walked a dark, cloaked figure.
He looked like the Grim Reaper himself and with a single boney and he gestured for Scrooge to follow him. Walking down to the hall, Suddenly Scrooge found himself at Funeral. But there was nobody except for one man in coffin & a bored priest who kept looking at his watch.
What sort of man can die and have no one come to his funeral? Scrooge as nervously. Doesn’t anyone miss him? Doesn’t anyone love him? but the ghost said nothing. He kept walking out in the cold snowy night. And Scrooge followed behind him and soon they were in the town square.
Scrooge overheard two women having a conversation: “So the old bat finally croaked, Did he? Her friend opened her purse, revealing a pair of men’s leather shoes. I swiped these off of him before the doctor took him away. I think it is the first gift he’s ever given. The other squealed, and both women laughed.
Did you hear that? Scrooge asked the spirit. They must have really hated that man to steal from the dead. But again, spirit didn’t answer. He kept walking through the freshly-fallen snow until they came to a vast opening on the side of the town. In the dim light, Scrooge could make out the outline of headstones.
A graveyard? Scrooge asked, why have you taken me here? The ghost pointed out into distance. Scrooge tried to follow where he was pointing, but it only led out into sea of the graves. Nervously, he worked his way over the headstones, occasionally looking back at the ghost some sign but receiving none. As he looked back over his shoulder, he stumbled on tree root & fell face-first into the dirt. As he looked-up he saw an old grave that had been untended and overgrown with ivy. And as he clawed it off, he read:
“HERE LIES A EBENEZER SCROOGE”
He expected it to say something about his life, but it didn’t. Nobody in town could think of anything pleasant to say about him. The empty funeral and the vicious things those women were saying, Scrooge, recalled. They were all about me! he leaned his head on the cold stone and began to cry.
Spirit! This can’t be my future. I want more than to be hated and forgotten, he sobbed. But suddenly, he had an idea Wait! Wait! why would you show me things if I were unable to change them? No, I understand now, I can change. Spirit! you’ll see! I will be kind and generous from now on.
As Scrooge jumped up, he was in his bed. It was morning. At first. His mind was blank as he stretched and injured his head, but then he remembered his night. He ran towards window and shouted out to the boy in street, you! Boy, what day is it today? Why it’s Christmas Day sir! he replied.
Oh then! I’m not too late. He said tossing a small bag of money to the boy. Take this money, buy the biggest goose you can and deliver it to the Cratchits. Keep the change for your troubles. Now I have some shopping to do! he said. Little while later there was knock on Cratchit’s door. Bob Cratchit opened it & was promptly knocked over by the line of people marching into his carrying plump meats, vegetables, and puddings.
Someone offered Bob a hand from behind a load of wrapped Christmas presents and he was shocked to see that it was his boss. Mr. Scrooge, I was just about to leave for work right now, said by Bob nervously. Work? Well! it’s Christmas, isn’t it? said, Scrooge.
Well yes but yesterday you said… Bah! said, Scrooge. You’ve always worked so hard, you deserve a vacation. why don’t you come back to work after New Year? Cratchit didn’t know what to say. Just be in the office by 9 o’clock sharp, Scrooge added, what a hint of his old mean self. After all, my new partner shouldn’t be late!
Oh, thank you, Mr. Scrooge! proclaimed Cratchit. Cratchit’s wife and Tiny Tim both came over to give Scrooge a hug. Together they all enjoyed a great and merry feast, even Ebenezer Scrooge found that it gave him great joy to share his wealth and he was never mean, cheap, or greedy again.
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