I Am as Light as a Feather

I will live in the past, the present and the future, scrooge repeated. The spirits of all three shall strive within me. Oh, jacob marley, heaven in the christmas time be praised for this. I say it on my knees. He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. It shrunk collapsed and dwindled down into a bedpost. Stave five the end of it. And the bedpost was his own. The room was his own, best and happiest. All the time before him was his own to make amends in. A merry christmas to everybody. A happy new