A ghostly visit
Having half-heartedly let Cratchit off for the next day – Christmas they called it – Scrooge returned home. It was so cold (heaters cost money) and dark (so does electricity). He lit his LED-battery-run torch and went upstairs to his bedroom.
On days like this he missed his colleague Jacob Marley who had died a year ago, for he was the only one who truly understood Scrooge’s need to work. Constantly.
He made himself comfortable on the sofa with his laptop on his knees.
With the lighting of the screen he heard a bling…
@GhXmasPast tweeted: @EBScrooge, remember the #times that were.
#Halloween is over!” replied @EBScrooge and minimized the browser.
But the ghostly tweet continued. #Christmas is for #families and #happiness. You #forgot too soon.
Scrooge chose to ignore it, certain that it was some kind of prank.
But then his whole computer screen froze, as if someone had achieved remote access, and all of a sudden an image appeared – an old house and children inside laughing around a Christmas tree, with the warmth of a fire crackling. With presents like choo-choo-trains and dolls laying open on the floor.
@GhXmasPast: #Childhood #innocence lost. #Greed for #money has become your torture.