Ghost of Christmas Future, I Fear You More Than Any Other

'Twas the night before Christmas, and I've got some blogging to do.  In the tradition of my old journals (which these blogs are a spritual spinoff of sorts) I now write my annual CHRISTMAS EVE entry.  

Christmas is the apex of the year, replete with holiday cheer, togetherness, and tradition.  Of course, it is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, but that never stopped us from some good ol' fashioned capitalistic indulgence.  I mean, Jesus got gifts, right?  Same thing.

One of my favorite traditions for the last five or so years is the seminal adaption of Dickens' A Christmas Carol, Scrooge.  I watch it every year and it always gets me out of my humbug "why  do they play Christmas songs so frickin' early" attitude and into the Christmas spirit.  

Scrooge is a detestable, loathsome creature...

Sometimes I in my most misanthropic moments, I remember Scrooge.  People can be really mean sometimes.

Everyone knows that Scrooge is visited by three spirits.  The first is the Ghost of Christmas Past:

My Christmas pasts have all been excellent.  I may be accused of selfishness or lightheartedness but I was pretty spoiled.  

Then, the Ghost of Christmas Present:

I love this guy.  And I like life!  This has been a great, if not rather snowbound Christmas.

Then the foreboding Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come:

This is the great variable.  What will my next Christmas look like?  What about in five years?  Ten?  Fifty?  Now I sound like some job interviewer.  

It doesn't really matter what my life will be like, Christmas is always the same.  I get to be with my family, and I get to enjoy life and give thanks for the babe born in Bethlehem.

Merry Christmas!  God bless us, every one!