It was Christmas Eve... morning. Dan was hard at work sending his hate mail/christmas cards to everybody on his revenge list. And one to Chris and Elise.
"Why did I have to get revenge on so many people this year, Mr. Mumbles?" Dan whined to his cat. My hands are really hurting. I wish Christmas was just over. It's just a holiday to sell toys anyway. There's no real reason for it."
"OH BUT THERE IIIIIS~!" a ghostly voice from beyond the grave screamed from behind Dan.
"Is that the police again? I told you, I don't know anything about that guy's murder. I don't know how my fingerprints ended up on that knife!" Dan asked the voice.
"Nooooo, I am your eeeex-frieeeeeend, Daaaaan! Teeeeeeeeeed!" the ghost of Ted explained.
"But you're... d-d-d-dead!"
"I know, you killed me!"
"You can't prove that!"
"You are very angry, Dan"
"Angry! WHO'S ANGRY! YOU'RE ANGRY!"
"Exactly. You don't understand the true meaning of Christmas."
"Of course I do. Getting presents. Especially presents for me. Because I've been good this year!"
"Tonight you will be visited by three ghosts who will teach you the true meaning Christmas!"
"Just like that old guy that hated Christmas a while ago! What was his name... oh yeah, the Grinch!" Dan explained. Ted stared at him for a moment before smackinghim upside the head.
"The ghosts will show you your past, present, and future... of Christmas, that is."
"What! GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTUUUUUUUUUUURE!"
"That's a mouthful, ain't it?" Ted added.