The ghost started laughing.
"Who are you?!" Sonic cried.
"I'm the ghost of Christmas past of course!" The ghost giggled.
"The ghost of Christmas past?" Sonic asked.
She nodded her head.
"Why are you here?" he asked
"To show you your childhood," The ghost giggled.
"My childhood?" Sonic repeated.
"Yeah, let's go and see!" The ghost said, grabbing his hand and flying out the window.
Sonic was a young boy again, running around with his friends. The day soon ended and he was in his class room, singing a loved Christmas carol of his.
"Why didn't you go home for Christmas?" Asked the ghost.
"My father never wanted me," Sonic whispered.
Then a little blue hedgehog ran in.
"Sonic! Sonic! Father wants you back home!" The hedgehog.
"Really May! Really?!" Sonic cried, getting up form his set.
"Yes. He kinder now. He wants you for the whole entire Christmas!" May said.
"Oh, this is grate!" Sonic said, running outside to his house.
"She still alive. Living good and poor," Sonic said, looking away.
"And enjoying it," The Ghost said, her voice still high and playful.
"Take me back home," Sonic said, his eyes watery.
"Okay," She clicked her fingers and they were back in Sonic's room.
"later tonight you will be visited my my brother," The ghost said, disappearing.
Sonic sighed and went to bed