Charles Dickens’s “A Christmas Carol” is an evergreen delight for a host of reasons, not least for its length.
The book’s events—which track the elderly, prosperous, stingy Ebenezer Scrooge’s psychic transformation from grouchy bear to purring pussycat—unfold in the course of one night.
And, likewise, the book can, and should, be consumed in a single night, preferably Christmas Eve.
In the book’s fictional world, Scrooge’s stunted soul is redeemed after serial visits from four ghosts, each conveying messages of fear and censure.
If everything goes well, the evening’s two prime participants, Scrooge and you, wind up at the same juncture: releasing tears of joy.