A modern Christmas Carol

chapter 2: the past gets a spin on things

“”Saved by the bell yeah ok.” Abby continued her book on the couch and fell asleep. Abby was awoken by the light of the television and the sound of the saved by the bell theme song. Abby assumed her parents had arrived home, and rolled over to shield her eyes from the bright light.

  “Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey.” This voice was not her parents, that was for sure, it was peppier, more child like. Abby rolled around to see to giant blue eyes out lined with blue eye shadow staring right at her.

  “Ah. Who are you?”

  “Ghost of Christmas past,” Said the girl. She looked as though she was pulled out of a 1985 year book. She wore a flared blue skirt and a peach sweeter with a big blue P in the middle. Pom poms hung from her wrist. And she held a mixer that a DJ would use at a party. “Shall we go?”

   “Um, where?”

   “Well to the past of course silly. What do I look like Christmas future?-he’s so dreary. Come on.”

   “Of course, Christmas past, what else would you be.” Abby said sarcastically. “How are we going to get there, fly?”

   “No silly goose I haven’t flown to the past in, lets see since 1946,” replied the ghost. “Now we spin! Hold on to my pony tail.”

   “Hold on to what?”

   “A touch of my tail and you shall fly—spine.” Abby held her pony tail as commanded. “Hope you have a strong stomach,” With that as her only warning Christmas past spun the mixer. Instantly Abby’s living room spun away from her into non-existence, yellow smoke spun all around them. Abby saw versions of technology decreasing: Ipods morphing into records, cars morphing into buggies, old men morphing into babies. Suddenly a scene spun towards Abby: a cave, she saw a child being placed in a manger, and shepherd rejoicing of a Messiah.

  “Oops that was a little too far. He he.” The ghost spun the disc again. The seen of the nativity spun out of sight just as Abby’s living room did. A new scene spun towards them. A girl no more then eight singing O Christmas Tree, alone.

“Do you know this girl?”

“Yes. Vary well.” Abby said.

“ABBY!” cried a voice from another room

“Yes Nanny Dickerson?” called the child. A plump woman came out.

“Time to study your history,” said the nanny.

“But Nanny Dickerson!” complained the younger Abby. “Its Christmas. Children are on Christmas break.”

“The prefect time to study, my child. While all the children are wasting their brain power on carols and baking and presents, you are enhancing your intelligence.”

“Yes Nanny Dickerson,” replied little Abby in defeat. And the Nanny began asking her questions on the Civil War.

   “Well she was not a very good nanny,” Stated the ghost still cheery as ever. Abby’s eyes never left the girl. “No she wasn’t”

   “But you had better nannies” with that said the girl grew and the plump woman vanished and a skinny woman with dark curly hair took her place. The younger Abby was reading now.

  “Oh Abby most you all ways read?” said the woman.

“It’s Nanny Fezzy,” said Abby with delight. “She was my favorite nanny.”

   “I must increase my education Nanny Fezziwing. I don’t have time the trim the tree.” Little Abby said. In her most business like manner.

   “Oh dear, “thought Abby out loud. “This was our last Christmas together.”  

   “I have told you to, call my Fezzy, when will you?” said the woman stealing the child’s book.

    “When your name becomes it. Give it back.” Abby chased her around the house for the book.

   “Take me home now.” Abby pleaded the ghost the ghost didn’t move. A scream irrupted Abby’s thoughts. Oh no. thought Abby here it comes.

   “I hate Christmas! And a hate you! And everybody!” the child screamed. She threw punches at the nanny. Abby closed her eyes she knew what happened and didn’t want to relive it. Tears sprang in her eyes. The screams stopped. Abby looked up to see her living room. It was dark again, no TV show, and no ghost.