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And so, as Tiny Tim observed, God bless Us, Every One!

He went to church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of houses, and up to the windows; and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed that any walk - that anything - could give him so much happiness.

"What's today, my fine fellow?" said Scrooge.
"Today!" replied the boy. "Why, CHRISTMAS DAY."

"I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all year. I will live in the Past, Present, and Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!"

(...) "Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only?"

"Spirit," said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, "tell me if Tiny Tim will live."

"She died a woman," said the Ghost, "and had, as I think, children."
"One child," Scrooge returned.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"You will be haunted," resumed the Ghost, "by Three Spirits."

(...) "I am here tonight to warn you, that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer."