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It didn't take long for Simon to fall asleep. He had a long journey down memory lane with the ghost of Christmas past, remembering all the things that happened in his past that lead him to become the man he is today. He now knew that, most of it (and probably all of it) was entirely his fault...his fault that he looked down on society....his fault he loved money....his fault he lost....Jeanette....all his fault....

Why didn't he do something? Why didn't he stop Jeanette from leaving him? Why did he act that way when he was a young chipmunk? Why didn't he stop Jeanette from leaving? Cause he was a fool....and he knew it. Simon should have stopped Jeanette from leaving him.....he should have done something. But what could he have done? He wasn't even from that time! He was invisible! She didn't even see him! His younger self didn't see himself! There was nothing that he could have done...

It was still, quiet, dark, lonely, cold in Scrooge's room. The magnificent grandfather clock that stood in the corner of the room rang twice.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" The "Ding's" and "Dong's" echoed throughout Scrooge's bedroom. Scrooge woke with a start in his four-poster bed. His heart was racing a little from the noise of the grandfather clock. But....why did he awake with such a start? The grandfather clock ding donged every night and Simon never awoke with such a start before...so, why now had he been awaken by the grandfather clock? He knew his brain was trying to tell him something....reminding him that something was coming...But what?

Why am I awake? Simon thought tiredly has put a hand to his head in frustration. I shouldn't be tired; I went a sleep at my usual time. Well, I guess it's OK if I don't wake up early tomorrow; I closed the Counting House for tomorrow because it's Christm-

And, in an instant, many memories of the night's events flashed in Simon's head. He saw Marley in front of him in chains, a sarcastic chipmunk spirit girl was smiling at him, he was in the air flying, a building was in front of him; his old school, was dressed in a Santa Clause outfit, Jeanette looked.....

Simon's heart broke in two...again. He remembered it all, indeed. But Jeanette, his poor, lovely Jeanette was what Simon remembered most; her beauty, her grace, her essence filled his mind with happiness at seeing her again....but, her sad, weak smile cause his heart pain he had never felt in his life. I was a fool! A stupid old fool, that's what I am! Why didn't I do something? Why did I let her leave me? If only I could...see her again, tell her how I feel about her.... But Simon knew perfectly, that it was out of the question. Simon didn't know where to start in order to track down his loved one....he had a loved one? He was too late; she was gone to him. She's only a memory now...that's all she ever is and will be to Simon, a haunting beautiful memory...

Why did that Spirit show me those memories in the first place? Simon knew the answer but didn't accept it. Why did she such memories if all they did was fill my heart with pain? Scrooge has a heart? I didn't learn anything from that! Simon was lying to himself; he learnt a lot. What did I gain? A heart... If Marley excepts me to go through this all night, his barking up the wrong tr-

Another thought crossed Simon's mind. The grandfather clock chimed! Simon opened the curtains around his four-poster bed. He looked at the grandfather clock; it was 2:05a.m. The ghost of Christmas Past arrived when the first bell tolls one. Simon thought, slowly. So, that would mean that, the second spirit should be here when the bell tolls two! Simon glanced around his silent and spirit-free bedroom; there was no spirit to be found. This is why his brain had awoken him; it was reminding him that the second ghost will be arriving at two O'clock....or, should have arrived at two O'clock. Well, it's past two O'clock and there is no spirit to greet me. Simon closed his bed curtains and laid on his bed. I might as well go back to sleep. I'm done with this spirit nonsense! Simon informed, hoping old Jacob Marley could read his thoughts. Good night! And with that, Simon closed his eyes.

The next thing Simon heard shook the living daylights out of him. He could hear crunching....no, chewing....someone was eating....in his house! It probably a cat burglar....

What kind of cat burglar would eat my won food in my own house? Simon opened his bed curtains, yet again. He saw nothing at first....but, as he turned to the right of the room he could see light emerging from the creek from the door to his side room. A hungry cat burglar...that's who would eat food in my house. Simon wasn't about to let a cat burglar eat all of his hard earned well paid for food!

He stood up and slowly creeked to the side room door, trying not to make a sound. But, wait a minute! Simon didn't even store any food in the side room! Something wasn't right... Simon was close enough to look through the creek from the door. He was about to take a peek when, all of a sudden, the door burst open and a high voice bellowed "Come in! And know me better! The food is getting cold!"

Simon heard a voice, but saw nothing. Maybe it was a trick? Maybe it wasn't? Simon didn't know.

"If you don't come in here now, I will eat all this delicious food!" the high happy voice bellowed from inside the room. Simon could smell many wondrous foods at that moment; he could smell...roast turkey and....apple pies....roast pork....and...so many other delicious foods. It wasn't a trick! Simon walked into the room.

As Simon entered the light filled room, he was welcomed by the many smells of foods. They smelt even more delicious in the room than out of the room! He saw turkeys all in a corner of the room, may apple pies, mince pies and any pie you can think of was in the furthest corner of the room. On the other side of the room was occupied by healthy looking vegetables and the corner near the door had many cookies and sweets. In the middle of the room, Simon was surprised to find a fat chipmunk sitting on a mountain of food. The fat chipmunk wasn't big. On the contrary, Simon thought he was taller than the spirit was. The chipmunk was eating away at the food gobbling down, hungrily. The fat chipmunk noticed Simon and said:

"The food is getting cold!" The fat chipmunk said, happily to Scrooge. "Err...did I already say that?"

"Yes, you did" Simon replied looking up at the intruder. "Not to be rude or anything but, who the hell are you?"

The fat chipmunk looked down confused at first and then he smacked his hand to his face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot to introduce myself" And with that, the fat chipmunk slid down the mountain of food and landed at Simon's feet. Simon was correct; he was taller. "I am the ghost of Christmas present!" He spread his arms out wide, showing his big green robe to Simon. Simon could see the spirit was glowing.

"You're a little late" said Simon nodding to the clock other by the fireplace mantel.

"Actually, I arrived here at two O'clock" The spirit replied happily. "I've just been eating all this great food" He gestured to all the good looking food that filled the small room.

"Why is there all this food..." Simon spread out his arms, also, gesturing to the food. "....in this room, spirit?" Simon asked, angrily.

"Where is all the food from?" the chipmunk spirit replied. "It's from the hots, Scrooge!"

"What?" Simon was confused.

The spirit went on: "It is the food of generosity....which you have long denied your fellow man, I am afraid"

Simon chuckled. "I'm not. No one has ever shown me generosity!" Simon said the last word as if it was a disgusting word.

"You've never given them reason to" The spirit explained as he put his hand on Simon's back. They were both walking towards the balcony. "And I, The ghost of Christmas present,...." The spirit said his name with such pride you would have thought he was knighted by the queen of England. "....will show you why you should!" At that moment, the spirit let go of Simon's back, opened the door to the balcony and stood outside in the darkness of the night. He smelt the air, warmly. "Ah, we will go out into the night!"

Simon, on the other hand had other ideas. "Listen, spirit. I would love to and all but, i have other things on my mind and I was hoping that-"

Poof!

Simon Scrooge and the spirit had left the room....

A/N:

To everyone who was wondering, Theodore is the ghost of Christmas present. Again, it was another perfect match. The spirit is always happy, Theodore is always happy. The spirit likes food....Theodore likes food...The spirit...Oh, you get the picture, right?

I really enjoyed righting this chapter. I had a few writer blocks but, i got through them in the end. I am so happy that I kept my promise to update today. I didn't want to let you guys down.

Well, the next chapter is much better than this chapter. I've got a few characters that I bet you guys will love! Next Chapter will be called "One Man's Garbage, Is Another Man's Present" Why is called that you say? You will find out soon enough!

It took my 2 hours (with a lot of breaks) to finish this! Man, I'm on a roll.

Chapter 6 will be uploaded tomorrow.....if......I get some good reviews from you guys. :)