Christmas Yet to Come

“Show me the shadows of a Christmas Yet to Come, Spirit,” Scrooge cowered before the imposing ghost.

In an instant Ebenezer was standing in the midst of a large hall much like the London marketplaces, but enclosed. Scrooge turned to see two grown women fighting over a small children’s toy. In the opposite direction a small child cried on the lap of a slob in a fake beard and stained clothing. Cheesy music played incessantly, echoing in Scrooge’s throbbing brain.

“Spirit? Are these visions of what will be, or merely the shadows of what may be? Spirit? I can change! Spirit!“