Missus Cratchit, and Your Mother, Cried the Two Young Cratchits

The ghost of christmas present blessed bob cratchit's four roomed house. He pocketed on saturdays, but 15 copies of his christian name. Two smaller cratchits came tearing in screaming that outside the bakers they had smelt the goose and known it for their own. And basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and onion, these young cratchits danced about the table and exalted master peter cratchit to the skies. While he, not proud, although his collars nearly choked him, blew the fire until the slow potatoes bubbling up were peeled.