I’m reading A Christmas Carol for the umpteenth time. It’s one of my favourite books but I hadn’t noticed before its full title: A Christmas Carol in Prose Being A Ghost Story of Christmas.

This is the cover of my current copy, showing Mr Fezziwig’s Ball:

Here’s an extract from the end of the book when Scrooge wakes up on Christmas Day a changed man:

He dressed himself “all in his best”, and at last got out into the streets. The people were by this time pouring forth, as he had seen them with the Ghost of Christmas Present; and walking with his hands behind him, Scrooge regarded every one with a delighted smile. He looked so irresistibly pleasant, that three or four good-humoured fellows said, “Good morning, sir! A merry Christmas to you!” and Scrooge said often afterwards, that of all the blithe sounds he had ever heard, those were the blithest in his ears.

so I’m ending this post by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas! And as Tiny Tim said, “God bless Us, Everyone!”