Scrooge – A Christmas Carol

Old Marley was dead,

Scrooge was alone,
But why should he care?
Why should he groan?

He cared for his money,

He cared for his wealth,
All he could think about,
Was, of course, himself.

He hated the season,

He strongly despised it.
When he heard “Merry Christmas!”
He forcefully defied it.

“Bah! Humbug!” he said,

To his nephew one day,
When his nephew came by,
With a “Merry Christmas!” to say.

Then later on,

He disturbed some men,
For when they asked for charity,
He raised a great din.

He showed them the door,

They left in a flash,
For they were quite startled,
They had asked for a little cash.

Scrooge’s clerk was happy,

It was Christmas Eve.
He was quite hopeful,
That he would get leave.

Old Scrooge gave him that,

Though he didn’t want to,
Bob was quite joyful,
And even said thank you.

Scrooge left and went home,

It was quite normal,
He walked silently,
And acted quite formal.

He arrived at his house,

It was then that he beheld,
That the knocker had changed,
It seemed to have swelled.

It was Marley’s face,

Scrooge was rather frightened,
He ran in his house,
And his room was brightened.

Then there was noise,

It came from the stairs,
Scrooge’s eyes enlarged,
Enlarged like pears.

A ghost came,
Scrooge let out a scream,
It was Marley’s ghost,
And it was not a dream.

The ghost warned Scrooge,

to change his ways,
Other ghosts would come,
In a total of three days.

Then the spirit left,

Scrooge didn’t believe it,
Until the first ghost came,
Then he finally perceived it.
The specter took,
Took him to the past,
Where he was made happy,
And made happy quite fast.

He saw old friends,

People he knew,
He saw himself,
With some rather old glue.

Yes, he was at school,

And reading some books.
He saw imaginary friends,
That had adventurous looks.

Then he went ahead,

To when he was oler,
He saw his sister,
Her joy that could smolder.

He saw old Fezziwig,

When he was an apprentice,
They worked quite hard,
To get ready for Christmas.

Then his true love,

Who his greed overtook,
His love had turned,
To a golden brook.

Then in a flash,
The Spirit of Past,
Was gone from his sight,
He was in bed at last.

Then a large jolly giant,

Splendid to see,
And said to poor Scrooge,
“It is me!”
The Spirit of the Present,
The ghost was quite jolly,
His head had a wreath,
Formed out of holly.

He took Scrooge to see,

The Christmas of Cratchit,
Of all Christmases,
There was none that can match it!

The food was quite scanty,

Yet unhappy they were not,
Merry perhaps,
That happens a lot.

Off they went,

To see nephew Fred,
Many people there were,
Without a feeling of dread.

The last thing Scrooge saw,

Called Ignorance and Want,
Were terrible to behold,
And man did they haunt.

Then a phantom,
As Scrooge had feared,
Was what came next,
T’was a spirit revered.

The Ghost of the Future,

Cast fear all around,
Yet Scrooge went with him,
Though darkness would abound.

He noticed many people,

Talking of a death,
Quite happy they seemed,
Over this man’s final breath.
Scrooge saw no compassion,
For this poor man’s soul,
To see some tenderness,
He made this his goal.

Yet the only tenderness he found,

Was from one Bob Cratchit,
Who mourned for his son,
For his son did catch it.

Tiny Tim was dead,

Scrooge was dismayed,
But for the poor man,
Compassion delayed.

No compassion there was,

For this poor dead man,
Whose hair was of gray,
And his skin was wan.

A light came on,

In poor Scrooge’s mind,
About the man who had died,
And what he would find.

The Ghost of the Future,

The Unspeaking Specter,
Brought Scrooge no comfort,
The Silent Corrector

Scrooge saw a grave,

Yet he feared to look,
For he knew that his soul,
Death already took

He begged the Phantom,

“Please show me hope!
If you show me no mercy,
I don’t think I can cope!”
The Scrooge startled awake.
He had vowed to amend,
And change he did,
On the Spirits did he depend.

He helped poor Bob,

He gave to the poor,
Christmas lived in his heart,
From then on, evermore.