Royal53-12-2412AChristmas Carol

The National Broadcasting Company presents, transcribed Sir Lawrence Olivier, as your narrator, and in the role of Scrooge in Charles Dickens' Immortal Story, Our Christmas Carol. Over a hundred years ago, in December 1843, Charles Dickens wrote this story.

Since then, each year, countless millions have listened to or read. What has become the world's most famous Christmas tale? The London from which I speak to you today differs in many ways, but in many other ways is much the same as the town Charles Dickens wrote about and loved so well.

It still has its rain and fog, its sudden sharp spells of bright frosty weather, its warm, lovable people, the bubble its spirit, that spirit immortalized forever as a Dickens Christmas. then, in a moment, to his tail.

Ali was dead to begin with. Dead as a doenail. There was no doubt whatever about that. The regiment of his burial had been signed by Scrooge himself, and his name was good for anything we chose to put his hand to.

Old Marley was as dead as a doenail. But first, let me tell you about Scrooge himself. Oh, but he was a tight-fisted handle at grindstones he was. A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching cupboarders old cinnard.

The cold within him froze his old features nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek and stiffened his gator. He iced the office of his counting house and hot days and he certainly didn't thought one degree at Christmas.

Merry Christmas Uncle! God save you! And by Christmas a humbug Uncle? You don't mean that I'm sure. I do! Merry Christmas! What right of you doin' me, Mary? You poor enough. Don't be angry, Uncle! Tomorrow is Christmas day!