Being a Ghost Story of Christmas, commonly known as A Christmas Carol, is a novella by Charles Dickens. Read this adventurous tale with your kids and enjoy together!📚
Chapter-7 ‘I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing […]
Chapter-6 As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him. The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached. When it came, Scrooge bent down upon his knee; for in the
Chapter-5 Scrooge awoke in the middle of night with a start. When the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quater of an hour went by, yet nothing came. All this time, he lay upon his bed, the very core and
Chapter-4 Scrooge lay in this state until the chime had gone three quarters more, when he remembered, on a sudden, that the Ghost had warned him of a visitation when the bell tolled one. He resolved to lie awake until the hour was passed; and, conidering that he could no more go to sleep than
Chapter-3 Scrooge was not much in the habit of cracking jokes, nor did he feel, in his heart, by any means waggish then. The truth is, that he tried to be smart, as a means of distracting his own attention, and keeping down his terror; for the spectre’s voice disturbed the very marrow in his
Chapter-2 At length the hour of shutting up the counting-house arrived. With an ill-will Scrooge dismounted from his stool, and tacitly admitted the fact to the expectant clerk in the Tank, who instantly snuffed his candle out, and put on his hat. ‘You’ll want all day tomorrow, I suppose?’ said Scrooge.‘If quite convenient, sir.’ ‘It’s
Chapter-1 Ebenezer Scrooge and Jacob Marley were partners in a business. The former was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone. He was a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner. He was hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire. Above all, he was secret and self-contained,