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Yes！

andthebedpostwashisown.Thebedwashisown，theroomwashisown.Bestandhappiestofall，thetimebeforehimwashisown，tomakeamendsin！

“Iwillliveinthepast，thepresent，andthefuture！”

Scroogerepeated，ashescrambledoutofbed.“Thespiritsofallthreeshallstrivewithinme.OJacobMarley！

Heaven，andtheChristmastimebepraisedforthis！

Isayitonmyknees，oldJacob；onmyknees！”

Hewassoflutteredandsoglowingwithhisgoodintentions，thathisbrokenvoicewouldscarcelyanswertohiscall.Hehadbeensobbingviolentlyinhisconflictwiththespirit，andhisfacewaswetwithtears.

“Theyarenottorndown，”

criedScrooge，foldingoneofhisbed-curtainsinhisarms，“theyarenottorndown，ringsandall.Theyarehere—Iamhere—theshadowsofthethingsthatwouldhavebeen，maybedispelled.Theywillbe.Iknowtheywill！”

Hishandswerebusywithhisgarmentsallthistime；turningtheminsideout，puttingthemonupsidedown，tearingthem，mislayingthem，makingthempartiestoeverykindofextravagance.

“Idon’tknowwhattodo！”

criedScrooge，laughingandcryinginthesamebreath，andmakingaperfectLaoco?nofhimselfwithhisstockings.Iamaslightasafeather，Iamashappyasanangel，Iamasmerryasaschoolboy.Iamasgiddyasadrunkenman.AMerryChristmastoeverybody！

AHappyNewYeartoalltheworld.Hollo，here！

Whoop！

Hollo！

Hehadfriskedintothesitting-room，andwasnowstandingthereperfectlywinded.

“There’sthesaucepanthatthegruelwasin！”

criedScrooge，startingoffagain，andgoingroundthefireplace.“There’sthedoor，bywhichtheghostofJacobMarleyentered！

There’sthecornerwheretheghostofChristmasPresentsat！

There’sthewindowwhereIsawthewanderingspirits！

It’sallright，it’salltrue，itallhappened.Ha，ha，ha！”

Really，foramanwhohadbeenoutofpracticeforsomanyyears，itwasasplendidlaugh，amostillustriouslaugh.Thefatherofalong，longlineofbrilliantlaughs！

“Idon’tknowwhatdayofthemonthitis！”

saidScrooge.“Idon’tknowhowlongI’vebeenamongthespirits.Idon’tknowanything.I’mquiteababy.Nevermind.Idon’tcare.I’dratherbeababy.Hollo！

Whoop！

Hollo，here！”

Hewascheckedinhistransportsbythechurchesringingoutthelustiestpealshehadeverheard.Clash，clang，hammer；ding，dong，bell.Bell，dong，ding；hammer，clang，clash！

Oh，glorious，glorious！

Runningtothewindow，heopenedit，andputouthishead.Nofog，nomist；clear，bright，jovial，stirring，cold；cold，pipingforthebloodtodanceto；goldensunlight；heavenlysky；sweetfreshair；merrybells.Oh，glorious.Glorious！

“What’sto-day？”

criedScrooge，callingdownwardtoaboyinSundayclothes，whoperhapshadloiteredintolookabouthim.

“Eh？”

returnedtheboy，withallhismightofwonder.

“What’sto-day，myfinefellow？”

saidScrooge.

“To-day！”

repliedtheboy.“Why，ChristmasDay，

“It’sChristmasDay！”

saidScroogetohimself.“Ihaven’tmissedit.Thespiritshavedoneitallinonenight.Theycandoanythingtheylike.Ofcoursetheycan.Ofcoursetheycan.Hollo，myfinefellow！”