Chratchit's Night Out
There was a miserly and angry old man,
Many thought his name was quite funny.
He wanted just one thing alone,
he coveted gold and wanted money.
Hatred and anger he felt,
The coldness held him snug.
Christmas did give him no cheer,
Even that day to him was humbug.
Scrooge was selected and elected
by forces he could not perceive.
His old partner Marley sent help,
Spirits three for his soul to retrieve.
The first ghost that came to him
was as the sun and blindingly bright.
The Christmases past his mind made dim,
This angel of the Lord brought to light.
His school. His sister. Childhood pain.
Dancing and games. Fezziwig's soiree.
The worst of it though was fair Belle.
He soon filled with greed and she went away.
The second apparition soon did appear.
The second phantom bid him come near.
The Ghost of Today knew him better man,
and showed him the son of his dear sister Fan.
The hardest of these travels was Cratchit's,
his wife and many young children fair.
There was nothing that could be done.
Tiny Tim would see not next Christmas come.
Many men have tried to divine the imminent,
Ebenezer has now learned it is a curse.
What the last spook hath shown was torture,
Seeing his fate and Tim's was dissonant.
At the moment of unrelenting pain and agony,
Scrooge found himself in his bed chambers.
What started as a spark and then embers
became a raging inferno within his very being.
Hey there, you boy, gooses and giving.
The saving of Scrooge proved to be most wise.
Ebenezer used his second chance heart fully.
He spread good cheer and bettered the world,
and with Tim spent many years quite merry.
Many thought his name was quite funny.
He wanted just one thing alone,
he coveted gold and wanted money.
Hatred and anger he felt,
The coldness held him snug.
Christmas did give him no cheer,
Even that day to him was humbug.
Scrooge was selected and elected
by forces he could not perceive.
His old partner Marley sent help,
Spirits three for his soul to retrieve.
The first ghost that came to him
was as the sun and blindingly bright.
The Christmases past his mind made dim,
This angel of the Lord brought to light.
His school. His sister. Childhood pain.
Dancing and games. Fezziwig's soiree.
The worst of it though was fair Belle.
He soon filled with greed and she went away.
The second apparition soon did appear.
The second phantom bid him come near.
The Ghost of Today knew him better man,
and showed him the son of his dear sister Fan.
The hardest of these travels was Cratchit's,
his wife and many young children fair.
There was nothing that could be done.
Tiny Tim would see not next Christmas come.
Many men have tried to divine the imminent,
Ebenezer has now learned it is a curse.
What the last spook hath shown was torture,
Seeing his fate and Tim's was dissonant.
At the moment of unrelenting pain and agony,
Scrooge found himself in his bed chambers.
What started as a spark and then embers
became a raging inferno within his very being.
Hey there, you boy, gooses and giving.
The saving of Scrooge proved to be most wise.
Ebenezer used his second chance heart fully.
He spread good cheer and bettered the world,
and with Tim spent many years quite merry.