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PART III

Eventually, Flint stopped and showed Scrooge an old, extremely modest shack.

“Here we are.” Flint said calmly.

“Why did you bring me to this old shack?” Scrooge asked.

“This is the home of your overworked, underpaid employee, Bob Crachit.” Flint said, pushing Scrooge up close to the window.

Scrooge looked in the window and found a red-haired woman, who could only be Crachit’s wife, cooking an extremely small bird.

“What’s she cooking, a canary?” Scrooge asked rhetorically. “Surely they have more food than that. Look on the fire.”

“That’s your laundry.” Flint pointed out as they looked at a bubbling pot.

()()()()()

As the mother, Crachit’s wife, serves dinner, Crachit’s son prepares to eat. But Crachit doesn’t allow him to eat.

“Not yet children. We must wait for Tiny Tim.” Bob said calmly.

“Coming father. I am coming” said Tiny Tim as he descended the stairs.

Bob walked up quickly to his son, hobbling down the steps on his cane, as Bob picked him up and took him to the dinner table. As they sat down to eat, Tim said, “Oh mum. Look at

“Oh my, look at all the wonderful things to eat!” Tim said excitedly. “We must thank Mr. Scrooge.”

 ()()()()()

“Tell me, Spirit.” Scrooge said with a pain in his heart, he’d never felt before. “What’s wrong with that kind lad?”

“Much, I’m afraid.” Flint said. “If these shadows remain unchanged, all I can see is an empty chair where Tiny Tim once sat.”

“Then that means…” Scrooge said weakly. “Tim will…”

Scrooge turned around, and Flint had completely disappeared.

“Flint, where are you?” Scrooge called out. “Don’t go! You must tell me about Tim! Don’t go!”

Suddenly, an odd black fog covered his vision as Scrooge coughed and when the fog cleared, he found himself in a graveyard.

“How did I-?” Scrooge began before looking up and his eyes widened in fear. “Who… Who are you?”

Aw, poor Tim.

Chapter Four: The Last of the Spirits

The figure that Scrooge saw was dressed all in black, and only two large white eyes could be seen. The figure was muscular, and stood over Scrooge, draping him in the figure’s shadow.

“Are you the ghost of Christmas Future?” Scrooge asked.

The spirit nodded its head.

“Please speak to me.” Scrooge requested. “What will happen to Tim Crachit?”

The spirit pointed several feet away where the Crachit family was. Mary Jane was standing there solemnly as she comforted her two children, and May stood there as well with tears streaming down her face. As they walked off, Bob stayed, holding the little crutch Tim had used, clutching it tight, and a tear of his own falling down his face. He then set it near the tombstone as Scrooge understood what had happened.

“Oh no, dear heaven let it not be.” Scrooge said as he felt for his poor clerk. “Spirit, I didn’t want this to happen. Tell me these events can still be changed.”

Suddenly, he heard two men laughing. One had dark brown hair and very young and moderately muscular while the other had black hair, a rather plain face and middle-aged.

“I’ve never seen a funeral like this before.” The man with dark brown hair said.

“Yeah.” His friend said. “No mourners. No friends to bid him farewell.”

“Oh well.” The first man said. “Let’s rest a minute before we fill it in. He’s not going anywhere.”

They walked off as Scrooge at the spirit approached the grave.

“Whose lonely grave is this?” Scrooge asked nervously as the spirit pointed down, and Scrooge read on the tombstone his own name, “Scrooge Scrooge.”

Scrooge then looked up to see that a mouth had appeared on the spirit. A mouth filled with sharp teeth that could rend through flesh and a long slimy tongue poking out.

“Why yours, Scrooge.” The spirit said with a wicked grin. “The richest man in the cemetery!”

The spirit pushed Scrooge in as he grabbed a tree root for dear life as the spirit only laughed. When Scrooge looked down, the coffin opened, and red hot fire was spilling out of it.

“Oh no!” Scrooge called out. “No!”

Scrooge suddenly lost his grip on the root and fell into the coffin while the spirit laughed, and Scrooge screamed, “I’ll change! I’LL CHANGE…!”

Then, all was darkness.

Well that was short sweet, and terrifying.

Chapter Five: The End of It

Scrooge was on a hard surface as he struggled with a dark object covering him.

“Spirit!” Scrooge shouted out. “Spirit, let me out! I’ll… Huh?”

Scrooge opened his eyes and saw that he was on the floor of his own room, with the sun shining in.

“Why I’m back in my own room.” Scrooge said in surprise. He then looked outside and gasped in honest surprise. “Christmas morning! I haven’t missed it! The spirits have given me another chance!”

Scrooge quickly changed into another suit.

“I know just what I’ll do!” Scrooge said with a smile in his eyes. “They’ll be so surprised.”

()()()()()

On the street Scrooge met the two men who had come to the office the day before to ask help for the poor. He said: “Merry Christmas to one and all. Good morning gentlemen. I have something for you.” He takes the shorter man’s cap and fills it with golden pieces. The taller man, surprised, looks at the gold and exclaims, “Twenty gold sovereigns, oh no!”

Scrooge: “Not enough? Well, alright. Fifty gold sovereigns. Still not enough? You drive a hard bargain. Here you are”. And he gives them a lot more gold. “A hundred gold pieces. And not a penny more.” And he walks away happily.

 ()()()()()

All that day, Scrooge said “Merry Christmas” to everyone he saw, and some were shocked while others smiled and said it back. On the road, Scrooge ran into Harry and his wife, Liz.

“Ah, Harry.” Scrooge said with a smile.

“Uncle Scrooge?” Harry asked blankly.

“I’m looking forward to that wonderful meal of yours.” Scrooge went on as his heart felt ten sizes bigger seeing the look of surprise and joy on Harry’s face.

“You mean you’re coming?” Harry asked.

“Of course.” Scrooge went on. “You know how much I love candied fruits with spiced sugar cakes. I’ll be over promptly at two. Keep it piping hot, and I’m looking forward to meeting you too, dear.”

“I will Uncle Scrooge!” Harry called out. “And a very merry Christmas to you!”

“That’s your uncle who was so moody?” Liz asked.

“I guess he had a change of heart.” Harry said with a smile.

()()()()()

“Merry Christmas, and keep the change.” Scrooge said as he gave the clerk the payment for his bundle and walked out as three little children passed by, playing.

“Wonderful lads.” Scrooge said kindly. “And now for Crachit.”

Scrooge arrived at Bob’s house and knocked on the door, struggling to keep the stern face he’d had the previous day. Bob opened the door and starred.

“Why Mr. Scrooge!” Bob said in surprise. “Merry Christmas. Won’t you come in?”

Scrooge entered and walked inside. The place was just like it was when he visited the previous night, save the fact that the table had been cleaned up.

“Merry Christmas.” Scrooge grunted. “I’ve got another bundle for you.”

“But sir, it’s Christmas day.” Bob said.

“Christmas.” Scrooge went on. “Just another excuse for being lazy. And another thing, Crachit. I’ve had enough of this half-day off stuff! You leave me no alternative but to give you-”

“Toys!” Tim called out as he opened the bundle and found the toys Scrooge had bought for Tim, and his older siblings.

“Yes toys.” Scrooge said. “No, no, no. I mean to say, I’m giving you a raise and making you my partner.”

“A partner?” Bob said excitedly as Mary Jane pulled out the biggest goose Scrooge could find, and they all starred at it. “Oh, thank you, Mr. Scrooge.”

“Merry Christmas, Bob.” Scrooge said as he lifted Tim, holding a teddy bear, up.

“And God bless us, everyone.” Tim observed.

Richard and Mary then played with their new toys next to Scrooge as he sat in a rocking chair while Bob, Mary Jane, and May watched on happily. This was indeed the first of many merry Christmases with Scrooge Scrooge and Tim, who with Scrooge’s help got better.