He woke in his own bed, and the bed curtains were his own. "The spirits have done it all in one night," he cried, laughing and crying at the same time. He ran to the window and threw it open. Golden sunlight, clear cold air, church bells. "What day is it?" he called to a boy in the street. "Today, sir? Why, Christmas Day!" "I have not missed it. Do you know the poulterer's in the next street? Go and buy the prize turkey — the big one — and I will give you half a crown to come back with it in five minutes." He sent the turkey to Bob Cratchit's house without a name on it. He went to church, walked about the streets, gave money to the charity gentlemen he had refused, and dined with his nephew. And next morning, when poor Bob came eighteen minutes late, Scrooge said, "I am about to raise your salary," and he did it. Scrooge became a second father to Tiny Tim, who did not die.