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The Merry Beggars at relevant radio present.
Scrooge
We have heard a night singing sweetly through the night.
Radio Host
Episode 10 Christmas.
Ghost of Christmas Past
And.
Narrator/Storyteller
The Hour itself and nothing else, said Scrooge. Yet he spoke before the hour bell sounded, which it now did with a deep, dull, hollow melancholy. One.
Light flashed up in the room upon the instant, and the curtains of his bed were drawn.
The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, I tell you, by a hand, not the curtains at his feet, nor the curtains at his back, but those to which his face was addressed. The curtains of his bed were drawn aside, and Scrooge, starting up into a half recumbent attitude, found himself face to face with the unearthly visitor who drew them.
It was a strange figure, like a child, yet not so like a child as like an old man viewed through some supernatural medium which gave him the appearance of having receded from the view and being diminished to a child's proportions. Its hair, which hung about its neck and down its back, was white as if with age, and yet the face had not a wrinkle in it, and the tenderest bloom was on the skin. The arms were very long and muscular, and the hands the same, as if its hold were of uncommon strength. Its legs and feet, most delicately formed, were, like those of the upper members, bare. It wore a tunic of the purest white, and round its waist was bound a lustrous belt, the sheen of which was beautiful. It held a branch of fresh green holly in its hand, and in a singular contradiction of that wintry emblem, had its dress trimmed with summer flowers. But the strangest thing about it was that from the crown of its head there sprung a bright, clear jet of light by which all this was visible, and which was doubtless the occasion of its using in its duller moments, a great extinguisher for a cap, which it now held under its arm.
Even this, though, when Scrooge looked at it with increasing steadiness, was not its strangest quality. For as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another, and what was light one instant at another time was dark. So the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness, being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with 20 legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body, of which Dissolving parts. No outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away, and in the very wonder of this, it would be itself again, distinct and clear as ever.
Scrooge
Are you the spirit, sir, whose coming was foretold to me?
Narrator/Storyteller
I am. The voice was soft and gentle, singularly low, as if instead of being so close beside him, it were at a distance.
Scrooge
Who and what are you?
Ghost of Christmas Past
I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.
Scrooge
Long past?
Ghost of Christmas Past
No.
Narrator/Storyteller
Your past, perhaps. Scrooge could not have told anybody why, if anybody could have asked him, but he had a special desire to see the spirit in his cap.
Scrooge
Spirit, cover your head with that cap of yours just for a moment.
Ghost of Christmas Past
What would you so soon put out with worldly hands? The light I give. Is it not enough that you are one of those whose passions made this cap and force me through the whole train of years to wear it low upon my brow?
Scrooge
I don't remember bonneting you in any period of my life, but I did not intend to offend you, Good Spirit.
What brings you here, Spirit?
Ghost of Christmas Past
Your welfare.
Narrator/Storyteller
Scrooge expressed himself much obliged, but could not help but thinking that a night of unbroken rest would have been more conducive to that end. The spirit must have heard him thinking, for it said immediately, your reclamation, then.
Ghost of Christmas Past
Take heed, rise and walk with me.
Narrator/Storyteller
It would have been in vain for Scrooge to plead that the weather and the hour were not adapted to pedestrian purposes. The bed was warm, and the thermometer a long way below freezing. That he was clad but lightly in his slippers, dressing gown and nightcap, and that he had a cold upon him at the time. The grasp, though gentle as a woman's hand, was not to be resisted. He rose, but finding that the spirit made towards the window, clasped his robe in supplication.
Scrooge
I am a mortal and liable to fall.
Ghost of Christmas Past
Bear but a touch of my hand there on your heart, and you shall be upheld in more than this.
Narrator/Storyteller
As the words were spoken, they passed through the wall and stood upon an open country road with fields on either hand. The city had entirely vanished. Not a vestige of it was to be seen. The darkness and the mist had vanished with it, for it was a clear, cold, wintry day with snow upon the ground.
Scrooge
Good heaven, I was bred in this place. I was a boy here.
Narrator/Storyteller
Scrooge clasped his hands together and looked about him. The spirit gazed upon him mildly. Its gentle touch, though it had been light and instantaneous, appeared still present to the old man's sense of feeling. He was conscious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts and hopes and joys and cares long, long forgotten.
Ghost of Christmas Past
Your lip is trembling. And what is that upon your cheek?
Narrator/Storyteller
Scrooge muttered, with an unusual catching in his voice that it was a pimple, and begged the ghost to lead him.
Ghost of Christmas Past
Where he would you recollect the way?
Scrooge
Remember it? I could walk it blindfold.
Ghost of Christmas Past
Strange to have forgotten it for so many years. Let us go on.
Narrator/Storyteller
They walked along the road, Scrooge recognizing every gate and post and tree, until a little market town appeared in the distance with its bridge, its church and winding river.
Some shaggy ponies now were seen trotting towards them with boys upon their backs, who called to other boys in country gigs and carts driven by farmers. All these boys were in great spirits and shouted to each other until the broad fields were so full of merry music that the crisp air laughed to hear it.
Ghost of Christmas Past
They have no consciousness of us.
Narrator/Storyteller
The jocund travelers came on, and as they came, Scrooge knew and named them everyone.
Scrooge
Why, that's Tom and James. James Littleton, there with his younger brother William. And there, there's Charles with Edward.
Narrator/Storyteller
Why was he rejoiced beyond all bounds to see them? Why did his cold eye glisten and his heart leap up as they went past? Why was he filled with gladness when he heard them give each other Merry Christmas as they parted at crossroads and byways for their several homes? What was Merry Christmas to Scrooge out upon Merry Christmas? What good had it ever done to him?
Ghost of Christmas Past
The school is not quite deserted. A solitary child neglected by his friends is left there still.
Narrator/Storyteller
Scrooge said he knew it and he sobbed.
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Podcast: The Merry Beggars
Episode Release Date: December 10, 2025
Episode Length: ~8 minutes (content)
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This episode marks a turning point in A Christmas Carol as Ebenezer Scrooge encounters the Ghost of Christmas Past. Through vivid narrative and immersive dialogue, The Merry Beggars bring to life Scrooge's bewildering encounter with the spirit and his first step into the memories of his childhood. Themes of memory, regret, and hope are woven together, setting the stage for Scrooge’s eventual transformation.
The episode is faithful to Dickens’ evocative language and introspective tone, enriched by strong performances that capture Scrooge’s mix of stubbornness, awe, and burgeoning vulnerability. The approach is both atmospheric and emotionally resonant, perfect listening for Advent or holiday reflection.
This episode is a touching dramatization of Scrooge’s first encounter with the past that shaped him. By guiding listeners through Scrooge’s emotional landscape, The Merry Beggars set the stage for the redemptive journey that lies ahead, blending nostalgia, regret, and hope in a way that leaves the listener eager for more.