A Zombie Christmas Carol by Michael G. Thomas; Charles Dickens Page A

had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which, bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there; and such a mighty blaze went roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known in Scrooge’s time, or Marley’s, or for many and many a winter season gone. Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam. In easy state upon this couch, there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see; who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty’s horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge, as he came peeping round the door.
    “Come in!” exclaimed the Ghost. “Come in! and know me better, man!”
    Scrooge entered timidly, and hung his head before this Spirit. He was not the dogged Scrooge he had been; and though the Spirit’s eyes were clear and kind, he did not like to meet them.
    “I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,” said the Spirit. “Look upon me!”
    Scrooge reverently did so. It was clothed in one simple green robe, or mantle, bordered with white fur. This garment hung so loosely on the figure, that its capacious breast was bare, as if disdaining to be warded or concealed by any artifice. Its feet, observable beneath the ample folds of the garment, were also bare; and on its head it wore no other covering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shining icicles. Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air. Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust.  It looked remarkably similar to the scabbard carried by the old soldier Mr. Jenkins but even older if that were possible.  It certainly looked old and fitted around the Spirit in a fashion that implied it was comfortable and experienced in carrying it.
     
     

Scrooge’s Third Visitor

     
    “You have never seen the like of me before!” exclaimed the Spirit.
    “Never,” Scrooge made answer to it.
    “Have never walked forth with the younger members of my family; meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers born in these later years?” pursued the Phantom.
    “Are your brothers Spirits or are they like the creatures that killed old Marley?  Those evil and insister spirits of the dead that rise and attack the living?  Is that why you are here?” asked Scrooge.
    A chill wind filled the room as the Ghost stared at Scrooge but refused to answer his question.  It was obvious from its mood and the ill wind that he had asked a foul or inappropriate question.
    “Then I don’t think I have,” said Scrooge. “I am afraid I have not. Have you had many brothers, Spirit?”
    “More than eighteen hundred,” said the Ghost.
    “A tremendous family to provide for, you must be rich in money or friends!” muttered Scrooge.
    The Ghost of Christmas Present rose.
    “Spirit,” said Scrooge submissively, “conduct me where you will. I went forth last night on compulsion, and I learnt a lesson which is working now. To-night, if you have aught to teach me, let me profit by it.”
    “This night you will see the calamity that is befalling the people of this place.  Are you ready to see and learn?” it asked.
    Scrooge nodded in both agreement and fear.
    “Touch my robe!”
    Scrooge did as he was told, and held it fast.
    Holly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy, turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn,