Mr. Burns saw a big, fat, jolly-like figure with a beard.

"Santa Clause," he gasped.

"Why I'm the ghost of Christmas present of course. Who else do you think I could have been?"

"I...I...I...I..."

"The ayes had it. You still have a great deal to learn, don't you?"

"Well..."

"Well what? Why waste time? It's Christmas Eve."

"And? What's in it for you?"

"I have a lesson to teach you, Montgomery Burns."

"I already know enough as it is. The ghost of Christmas past..."

"SILENCE!" boomed the spirit, "let's take you to tonight at Moe's bar."

"How do you plan on doing that, spirit?"

Without a word, the spirit formed a power and shot at the wall.

At Moe's bar, Moe was busy pouring drinks.

Homer, Barney and Apu sat around the table having a laugh.

"Oh, that old Scrooge," said Barney, "he's a mean guy, ain't he?"

"For sure he is," said Apu.

And they all laughed.

"I don't get it," said Mr. Burns.

"Shh," said the spirit, "listen."

"But do you know who's even worse?" said Homer.

"Who?" said Apu, "who could possibly be worse?"

"Come on, think."

Barney and Apu thought for a moment.

"I know," said Barney, "it's our boss: Mr. Burns."

"Oh," said Apu, "maybe you're right."

"You're wrong!" grunted Mr. Burns.

"Shh," said the spirit.

"Well, I guess Mr. Burns has a lot in common with old Scrooge himself," joked Homer, "that's why they call Screw-ge."

And the three of them laughed.

"No more of this," said Mr. Burns, "shut it off at once. Please."

The spirit shut off the force and looked Mr. Burns in the eyes.

"Think about it, Mr. Burns. After all you've done to them over the years. The havoc you caused. Your heartless attitude."

"And the day off I give them every year on Christmas day."

"Shouldn't they be with their families on Christmas Eve?"

"Am I ever with my family on Christmas Eve?"

"You were!"

"Yes, I was! And they're dead!"

"You still have the people you know very well around Springfield!"

"Who even bother to make me even more miserable!"

"Because of how heartless you are!"

"JUST GO, SPIRIT! GO!"

"Whatever you say," said the spirit, "but just remember why they keep saying all those things about you."

"I took care of them!"

"You abused them!"

"GO!"

In moments, the ghost of Christmas present snapped his finger and disappeared.

Mr. Burns was stressed out.

"How will I stop Christmas from coming?" he thought, "those imbeciles around Springfield deserve no Christmas whatsoever. Think, think, think."

Then an idea flew into his mind.

Mr. Burns gave a slight smirk.

"I must go to my office," he said, "I know exactly what to do."

So he ran out of his mansion at once.