A Christmas Carol Play
A Christmas Carol Play Act Five
Written by: Walter Ben Hare
Adapted from the famous story of "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens
Soft music. The curtains part, showing the scene as before, but only Ebenezer and Bella are
discovered. Soft music plays all through this scene.
Bella. It matters little to you, very little. Another idol has displaced me, that's all. If
it can comfort you and cheer you in time to come, as I would have tried to do, I have no
just cause to grieve.
Ebenezer (irritated). What idol has displaced you in my heart?
Bella. An idol of gold.
Ebenezer. Well, I must make money. You know that. Poverty is the hardest thing in the world.
Bella. I have seen your nobler instincts fall off one by one. Now nothing remains in your
heart but the love of gold. Therefore, I am releasing you from your engagement. (Offers
Ebenezer. Have I ever sought release?
Bella. In words, no; but in everything else, yes. I am penniless. If you married me, you
would probably regret it. So I release you with a heart full of love for the noble man you
Ebenezer. But, Bella—
Bella. You will soon forget me. Your time and your mind will be full of business, seeking
after gold. The idol of gold has driven love from your heart, but may you be happy and
contented in the life you have chosen. (Rear curtains are drawn.)
First Spirit. And are you happy and content in the life you have chosen, Ebenezer Scrooge?
Scrooge. No, a thousand times—no. I threw away her love, the one pure thing in my life, for
gold. And now I'm alone, alone. (Sinks at desk and sobs.)
First Spirit. I have shown shadows of times that are passed. Have you learned a lesson from
the Spirit of Christmas Past?
Scrooge. I have, I have; a bitter, bitter lesson.
First Spirit. And will you see more?
Scrooge. No, no. Show me no more. Torture me no longer.
First Spirit. Remember the lesson you have learned. Remember the kindness of your old
master. Remember the love of your old sweetheart. Your life is barren and bitter, but there
is yet time for repentance. (Bell tolls twice.) The signal! My hour is past. On the stroke
of six my brother, the Spirit of the Christmas Present, will visit you. Remember! Repent!
Believe! Farewell, farewell, farewell!
Front Curtain Slowly Falls.