I'm Keith Morrison, and this is the final episode of A Christmas Carol.

It's a wonder Ebenezer Scrooge has made it this far in our story.

The last ghost he met, the spirit of Christmas Future, showed him terrible things.

Tiny Tim was dead, and so was Scrooge, though not one single soul mourned him.

All of it, Scrooge sees, could have been prevented, if only he had been a better person.

He is tortured now, and as the last ghost disappears, Scrooge is desperate to atone for his sins.

As we pick up the story, Scrooge is suddenly back in his own bedroom.

Everything just as it always was.

It's Christmas morning, at all Ebenezer, the most hated man at all of London,

is about to get the most precious gift of all.

A second chance.

The bed was his own, the room was his own, best and happiest of all the time before him was his own to make a men's in.

I will live in the past, the present of the future, Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed.

The spirits of all three shall strive within me.

Oh Jacob, Marley, heaven, and the Christmas time be praised for this.

I say it on my knees.

Oh Jacob, on my knees.

He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call.

He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the spirit, and his face was wet with tears.

They're not torn down, Fred Scrooge, folding one of his bed curtains in his arms.

They're not torn down, rings and all. Here they are.

I am here, the shadows of the things it would have been, may be dispelled.

...