The Ghost of Christmas Past

Anne sat quietly sipping her eggnog, gazing at the lights on her Christmas tree and enjoying the light cognac flavor. Every ornament on her tree held a memory, representing Christmas past and present, and perhaps even future. She did not think along the lines of Ebenezer Scrooge because that is not who she was. The ghosts of her past were happy ghosts, reflecting who she was then. Some of her mother’s ornaments were on that tree, as were some that she and John had picked out together. She smiled as she remembered the year that she won a free tree from a casino.

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