A Christmas Carol

• Squeezing, wretching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner Stave 1
• "A solitary child, neglected by his friends..." - Stave 3
• I am quite a baby - (Scrooge) Stave 5
• Merry as a schoolboy - (Scrooge) Stave 5
• I wear the chain I forged in life ... I made it link by link -Stave 1
• Mankind was my business - (Marley) Stave 1
• It was a strange figure - like a child: yet not so like a child as like an old man - Stave 2
• Shrouded in a deep black garment - Stave 4
• It was a worthy place... overrun by grass and weeds - Stave 4
• I'll give you Mr Scrooge, the Founder of the Feast! - (Bob Cratchit) Stave 3
• "My little, little child!" Cried Bob. "My little child!" - (Bob) Stave 4
• All in a glow; his face was ruddy and handsome; his eyes sparkled - Stave 1
• Mankind was my business - (Marley) Stave 1
• Meanwhile the fog and darkness thickened - Stave 1
• Piercing, searching, biting cold - Stave 1
• The fog came pouring in at every chink and keyhole, and the wind moaned among the chimney-pots - Stave 1
• He was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone - Stave 2
• From the crown of its head there sprung a bright lear jet of light - (About Christmas past) Stave 2
• Scrooge... wept to see his poor forgotten self as he used to be - Stave 2
• He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil - (Scrooge talking about Fezziwig) Stave 2
• You fear the world too much - (Belle to Scrooge) Stave 2
• Girded round it's middle was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it - (About Christmas present) Stave 3
• Then up rose Mrs Cratchit... Brave in ribbons - Stave 3
• They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meagre, raged, scowling wolfish: but prostate, too, in their humanity - Stave 3
• "They are mans" said the spirit, looking down upon them "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is ignorance and the girl is want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware the boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom" - (Christmas Present) Stave 3
• The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently, approached - Stave 4
• It seemed to scatter gloom and mystery - Stave 4
• He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call - (About Scrooge) Stave 5
• No fog, no mist: clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold - Stave 5
• "Every idiot who goes abut with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!" - (Scrooge) Stave 1