OOM post: The Christmas Ghosts

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart does not care for Christmas.

He has not for years, and despite recent events, he still doesn't.

All the cheerful people make him feel like the devil in a midnight mass, apart and angry.

That entire religion is a sham, and the holiday is just a case of whistling in the dark to make the sun come back, when science clearly says that the sun will come back anyway.

Urquhart is sitting in his room, the snoring dog by his feet, drinking scotch and reading a book about sharks.

Science. Yes.

Then, he looks up. There is somebody in his room that shouldn't be there.

A woman?

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[christmas_past]

A woman, sure, albeit a glowing woman with shifting facial features and who is taller -- no, shorter -- than she was when first he looked at her.

But if he has to have something to call her "a woman" works as well as some things, better than others, if not quite as well as the one she'll offer.

"Hello, Urquhart.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.

"And I am concerned with your welfare."