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The Merry Bakers at relevant radio present. Episode 19 christmas yet to come.
Narrator/Reader
The whole scene passed off in the breath of the last words spoken by Fred, his nephew. And he and the Spirit were again upon their travels. Much they saw, and far they went, and many homes they visited, but always with a happy end. The spirit stood beside sick beds, and they were cheerful on foreign lands, and they were close at home by struggling men, and they were patient in their greater hope by poverty. And it was rich in Orme's house, hospital and jail, in misery's every refuge, where vain man in his little brief authority had not made fast the door and barred the spirit out, he left his blessing and taught Scrooge his precepts. It was a long night, if it were only a night. But Scrooge had his doubts of this, because the Christmas holidays appeared to be condensed into the space of time they passed together. It was strange, too, that while Scrooge remained unaltered in his outward form, the ghost grew older, clearly older. Scrooge had observed this change, but never spoke of it until they left a children's Twelfth Night party. When, looking at the spirit as they stood together in an open place, he noticed that its hair was grey.
Scrooge
Are Spirit's lives so short?
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
My life upon this globe is very brief. It ends tonight.
Scrooge
Tonight?
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
Tonight at midnight. Hark. The time is drawing near.
Scrooge
Forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask, but I see something strange and not belonging to yourself protruding from your skirts.
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
Look here.
Narrator/Reader
From the foldings of its robe it brought two children. Wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet and clung upon the outside of its garment.
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
Oh, man. Look here. Look. Look down here.
Narrator/Reader
They were a boy and girl. Yellow, meager, ragged, scowling, wolfish, but prostrate too, in their humility, where graceful youth should have filled their features out and touched them with its freshest tints. A stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched them and twisted them and. And pulled them into shreds.
Scrooge
They are fine children. They are spirits. Are they yours?
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
They are man's, and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both and all of their degree. But most of all, beware this boy. For on his brow I see that written, which is doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it.
Scrooge
Have they no refuge or resource?
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses? Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?
Scrooge
Please, Spirit, have mercy.
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
Have mercy.
Narrator/Reader
Scrooge looked about him for the ghost and saw it not.
Scrooge
He's gone. He's truly gone. But. But that was 12. Molly. Molly said the last would visit me at 12. It's 12 now.
Narrator/Reader
Lifting up his eyes, he beheld a solemn phantom, draped and hooded, coming like a mist along the ground towards him, the phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached.
Scrooge
Spirit is that is.
Narrator/Reader
The phantom came near, and Scrooge bent down upon his knee. For in the very air through which the spirit moved, it seemed to scatter gloomy and mystery. It was shrouded in a deep black garment which concealed its head, its face, its form, and left nothing of it visible save one outstretched hand. But for this, it would have been difficult to detach its figure from the night and separate it from the darkness by which it was surrounded. He felt that it was tall and stately when it came beside him, and that its mysterious presence filled him with a solemn dread. He knew no more, for the spirit neither spoke nor moved.
Scrooge
I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas yet to Come. You point onward. You are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened but will happen in the time before us. Is that so, Spirit?
Narrator/Reader
The upper portion of the garment was contracted for an instant in its folds, as if the spirit had inclined its head. That was the only answer he received. Although well used to ghostly company, by this time Scrooge feared the silent shape so much that his legs trembled beneath him and he found that he could hardly stand. When he prepared to follow it. The spirit paused a moment as observing his condition and giving him time to recover. But Scrooge was all the worse for this. It thrilled him with a vague, uncertain horror to know that behind the dusky shroud there were ghostly eyes intently fixed upon him, while he, though he stretched his own to the utmost, could see nothing but a spectral hand and one great heap of black ghost of the future.
Scrooge
I fear you more than any specter I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me. Then? Lead on. Lead on. The night is waning fast, and it is precious time to me. I know. Lead on, spirit.
Narrator/Reader
The phantom moved away. As it had come towards him, Scrooge followed in the shadow of its stress, which bore him up, he thought, and carried him along. They scarcely seemed to enter the city, for the city rather seemed to spring up about them and encompass them of its own act. But there they were in the heart of it, on the London Exchange, amongst the merchants, who hurried up and down and chinked the money in their pockets and conversed in groups, and looked at their watches, and trifled thoughtfully with their great gold seals, and so forth. Had Scrooge had seen them often? The Spirit stopped beside one little knot of businessmen. Observing that the phantom's hand was pointed to them, Scrooge advanced to listen to their talk.
Scrooge
Did you hear how the notice doesn't detail that, and I didn't hear any particulars, no.
Spirit of Christmas Yet to Come
I don't know much about it either way. I only know he's dead. When did he die? Last night, I believe.
Narrator/Host
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Episode Nineteen: Christmas Yet To Come
Host: The Merry Beggars
Date: December 19, 2025
This episode marks Ebenezer Scrooge’s fateful encounter with the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come (the third spirit), exploring the fear, regret, and hope that accompany his journey into the shadows of what may lie ahead. The narrative builds a sense of foreboding as Scrooge confronts bleak visions and deeper moral warning about society: the dangers of ignorance and want.
On the Limits of the Spirits:
On Social Responsibility:
Scrooge's Vulnerability:
Arrival at the London Exchange:
The episode remains faithful to Dickens’ original prose—somber yet urgent, poetic yet filled with real-world warning. Through Scrooge’s growing fear and sorrow, listeners are challenged to confront their own social consciences.
In this penultimate encounter, Scrooge is confronted with humanity’s darkest shadows—ignorance and want—personified in two suffering children, and the merciless fate awaiting those who ignore them. The arrival of the silent, spectral Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come introduces a foreboding, almost chilling atmosphere, as Scrooge’s journey toward reckoning approaches its climax. The significance of each spirit’s lessons amplifies, urging both Scrooge—and the listeners—to reflect on how present actions can change the future.