A Christmas in the wrongtime of year kind of thing, but how doesn't like presents any time of year, unless if your like me, but I'm just crazy. So Christine and Meg reflect on one Christmas that truly was fun for them, but went to hell and back...and to hell again for the great opera ghost. Its covers Erik's nine days (and yes for all you people who is bothered greatly by odd numbers, heres to you) of going from phantom to santa and the little angels (sarcasm) along the way.

Scene: Christine, Raoul, and Meg are all sitting in Christine and Raoul's new living room with a large Christmas tree in the middle, even though it's in the middle of July.

Meg- What the fuck is going on? I just came over for some sugar.

Christine- Christmas in July, of course.

Raoul- This brings back so many memories *flashback starts*

Meg- NO MORE FLASHBACKS! I've already seen five from you and I don't want to see another!

Christine –Hay remember that one Christmas? *flashback starts…for really this time*

Scene: The opera house chapel.

Seven year old Christine- *come running in with a sheet over head with several holes, none near the eyes* Trick or Treat Angel. *gets hit in the head by a double king size snickers and falls over*

Erik- *under breath* Oh shit!

Christine- *jumps back up like nothing happened* Thank you angel! *runs out laughing*

Erik- *comes out of hiding and pick something up* Hay, you forgot your tooth!

Scene: back in the living room. Meg is trying to kill Christine as Raoul holds her back. Christine is hiding behind a pillow.

Meg- Start it right or I make sure that you never are able to have kids!!!

Christine- OKAY

Scene: In line outside of the market where a Santa Clause is set up for the little kids. Christine of that year as the, Halloween incident, is right behind a same aged Meg who has her finger half crammed up her nose. It is December 15Th.

Madame Giry- Get that out of your nose Meg or you'll have another bloody nose.

Meg- *takes finger out of nose and sticks in her mouth.*

Madame Giry- *rolls eyes* I guess we'll have to work on that.

Christine- I think I see him, oh I can't wait to ask him for what I want!

Meg- *takes finger out of mouth* I wish something funny would happen to the fat ass.

Madame Giry- MEG! Where did you hear that from?

Christine- *paying no attention to the conversation* HE'S HERE!

--A guy dressed in a Santa soot, looking very sick and smelling heavily oh not only alcohol and piss, but also pot and tobacco. He wobbles to the chair, taking a quick break to catch his breath before heading to the front of the stage.--

Meg- This looks like it will interesting.

Christine- Shut up!

Santa- *takes a drunken stagger to the side* hello kid, are you all- *he suddenly goes into a coughing fit, turning purple quickly before falling to the ground violently thrashing before stopping stiff and lifeless*

Elf- *Trying this whole time to get the curtains to shut, finally gets it closed* I'm sorry kid Santa isn't feeling well.

Christine- *falls to knees* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Why?

Meg- *finger back in nose* now that was funny. * wipes a large amount of boogers on Christine's dress*

Madame Giry - *trying to find the right word to say* Well…um…Lets go shopping a little bit.

Christine- *jumps up like nothing happened* Okay.