When the Ghost sprinkles a few drops of water from his torch on them, however, peace is restored. There all the children of the house were running out into the snow to meet their married sisters, brothers, cousins, uncles, aunts, and be the first to greet them. Fred serves to remind readers of the joy and good cheer of the Christmas holiday. But all is not lost. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.
Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the back-yard, and stolen it, while they were merry with the goose—a supposition at which the two young Cratchits became livid. They travel through the poor, run down part of town. He sits amid a festive scene like a Christmas card, full of plenty. The Ghost shrinks and collapses into a bedpost.
There were pears and apples, clustered high in blooming pyramids; there were bunches of grapes, made, in the shopkeepers' benevolence to dangle from conspicuous hooks, that people's mouths might water gratis as they passed; there were piles of filberts, mossy and brown, recalling, in their fragrance, ancient walks among the woods, and pleasant shufflings ankle deep through withered leaves; there were Norfolk Biffins, squab and swarthy, setting off the yellow of the oranges and lemons, and, in the great compactness of their juicy persons, urgently entreating and beseeching to be carried home in paper bags and eaten after dinner. But she joined in the forfeits, and loved her love to admiration with all the letters of the alphabet. Scrooge begs the spirit to alter his prediction, but the ghost says that the grim forecast will prevail unless something changes in the future. The next day after Christmas, Scrooge arrives at work early. They wail about their failure to lead honorable, caring lives and their inability to reach out to others in need as they and Marley disappear into the mist.
Fred insists that although Scrooge might turn him down, he will return to his uncle's office each year. An old, old man and woman, with their children and their children's children, and another generation beyond that, all decked out gaily in their holiday attire. . The figure, a majestic giant clad in green robes, sits atop a throne made of a gourmet feast. It was not alone that the scales descending on the counter made a merry sound, or that the twine and roller parted company so briskly, or that the canisters were rattled up and down like juggling tricks, or even that the blended scents of tea and coffee were so grateful to the nose, or even that the raisins were so plentiful and rare, the almonds so extremely white, the sticks of cinnamon so long and straight, the other spices so delicious, the candied fruits so caked and spotted with molten sugar as to make the coldest lookers-on feel faint and subsequently bilious.
Smells of figs and spices fill the air. Gentlemen of the free-and-easy sort, who plume themselves on being acquainted with a move or two, and being usually equal to the time-of-day, express the wide range of their capacity for adventure by observing that they are good for anything from pitch-and-toss to manslaughter; between which opposite extremes, no doubt, there lies a tolerably wide and comprehensive range of subjects. Finally, the ghost presents a young boy and girl to Scrooge. But, finding that he turned uncomfortably cold when he began to wonder which of his curtains this new spectre would draw back, he put them every one aside with his own hands, and lying down again, established a sharp look-out all round the bed. For they said, it was a shame to quarrel upon Christmas Day. As the night unfolds, the ghost grows older.
Scrooge sees his own name on the tombstone, and realizes he was the dead man from before. This idea taking full possession of his mind, he got up softly and shuffled in his slippers to the door. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. Suppose it should break in turning out. Even though it is by no means a feast, they all marvel at the sight of the goose and pudding, and congratulate Mrs. He came in with his crippled son, Tiny Tim from Church. Bob Cratchit comes home carrying his son Tiny Tim home from church.
The boy was Ignorance and the girl was Want. Those who lead good lives like Tiny Tim will go to heaven and be commemorated on earth, while those who lead bad lives like Scrooge will go to hell and be scorned on earth. Commentary The Ghost of Christmas Present serves as the central symbol of the Christmas ideal--generosity, goodwill, and celebration. He also noticed that the light of the cap had never extinguished and this is a symbol because it is foreshadowing that Scrooge's light in him will never be extinguished his hope will never die. As he approaches it, he hears the booming voice of the second spirit calling for him. There were great, round, round, pot-bellied baskets of chestnuts, shaped like the waistcoats of jolly old gentlemen, lolling at the doors, and tumbling out into the street in their apoplectic opulence. When the appointed time arrives without any sight of the ghost, Scrooge becomes even more anxious.
The ghost sprinkles some of his incense. Scrooge's niece was not one of the blind-man's buff party, but was made comfortable with a large chair and a footstool, in a snug corner, where the Ghost and Scrooge were close behind her. As we will see in Stave Five, all of the ghostly visits took place over just one night. Then all the Cratchit family drew round the hearth, in what Bob Cratchit called a circle, meaning half a one; and at Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass. Scrooge asks the host to show him some tenderness connected with a death. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame. A boy and girl crawl out of his robes.
And at the same time there emerged from scores of bye-streets, lanes, and nameless turnings, innumerable people, carrying their dinners to the baker' shops. But we gloss right over to that, to reveal that these children are symbols—the boy is Ignorance, and the girl is Want meaning poverty or the lack of something. It was his own room. These held the hot stuff from the jug, however, as well as golden goblets would have done; and Bob served it out with beaming looks, while the chestnuts on the fire sputtered and cracked noisily. A prominent symbol of Marley's torture is a heavy chain wound around his form that has attached to it symbolic objects from Marley's life fashioned out of heavy metal: ledgers, money boxes, keys, and the like. And their assembled friends being not a bit behindhand, roared out lustily. In time the bells ceased, and the bakers were shut up; and yet there was a genial shadowing forth of all these dinners and the progress of their cooking, in the thawed blotch of wet above each baker's oven; where the pavement smoked as if its stones were cooking too.