Sheldon wok up instantly.
"Who's there?" he asked.
The light in the room faded and a gentleman who looked to be in his late 70's stood be the foot of Sheldon's bed.
Sheldon was surprised to see that the person was Arthur Jeffries, who was his childhood idol Professor Proton.
"Arthur, is that you?" asked Sheldon.
"It is," Arthur answered.
"How is that possible?
You're died."
"Yes seven months ago actually."
"So that means you're a ghost."
"Amazing you put two and two together."
"So what are you doing here in my room?"
"I've come to warn you Sheldon."
"Warn me about what?"
"To change your attitude about everything.
I saw what happened today at the party.
Nobody wants to be around you.
Your friends, not even your own girlfriend.
Let's face it Sheldon, while you maybe a genius, you personality in plain language sucks."
"You know for a spirit, you're a terrible house guest."
"I'm sorry if I'm hearing your feelings Sheldon, but this is the truth.
And if you don't do anything about it, you're going to loss everyone you care about.
Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits.
Listen to them, do what they say, or prepare to face the consequneses.
The first one will be here at midnight."
"I hate to say this, but that's a lot of baloney Arthur."
"Don't say that I didn't warn you."
Sheldon jolted out of his sleep.
He was indeed having a dream.
"Just as I thought, said Sheldon, Hope "l'm not getting food poisoning from that Thai."
Sheldon then placed his head back onto his pillow, closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Just then, the digital clock by his bed struck 12:00 midnight and it let out a beep.
"Sheldon, a femine voice called to Sheldon, which woke him up.
Sheldon then said,"Who's there?"
"Looks straight ahead," said the voice.
Sheldon looked to the foot of his bed to see a woman, dressed in a long white gown and looked exactly like Bernadette.
"Dr. Rostenkowski-Wolowitz," said Sheldon.
"I'm the ghost of Christmas past," said the woman.
"Arthur was right."
"Yes, he send me here to help you find the meaning of Christmas.
Now come along, we mustn't waste anytime."
Sheldon got out of bed and said,"You may be a nice lady, but my Mother told me never to go with strangers and I'm keeping that promise."
The spirit then grabbed Sheldon's ear and snapped,"Look here pally boy, whether you like it or not you're coming with me."
"Yes ma'am."
"And if you have to go to the bathroom go now, because I'm not making any toilet stops in between."
Sheldon raced out of his room, then came back a few seconds later.
The spirit then clapped her hands, and suddenly the room was filled with smoke.
Once the smoke cleared, Sheldon notice that he and the ghost of Christmas past were no longer in his bedroom, but were now in a different place.
"Where are we?" Sheldon asked.
"You'll know in a few seconds," the spirit replied.
Sheldon looked around for a second or two, then said,"This is my childhood home."
He then realized something.
"What a minute this is breaking and entering.
We can go to jail," said Sheldon.
The spirit turned to him and said,"Relax Sheldon, this is your past.
They can't see or hear us."
"Who's they?"
The spirit then pointed to a table in the corner of the living room, which was where she and Sheldon were standing, to three small children a boy about 7, a girl about 5 and another boy the same age as the girl."
The spirit and Sheldon walked up to the table to get a closer look at the children.
"That's my brother George Jr, my twin sister Missy, and me," said Sheldon.
"Yes, said the spirit looking at him,You were so cute as a child.
What happened?"
Just then, a woman in her early 30's entered the room.
"That's my Mother," said Sheldon.
It was indeed a younger Mary Cooper, who appoarched her children and said,"Have you kids finished your letters to Santa?"
"I did Mommy," said Missy.
"Me to, said George Jr, But Sheldon didn't even start his."
"I don't have time to write to Santa.
I'm doing biology," said child Sheldon.
"Now Shelly, if you don't write to Santa, he won't know what to bring you for Christmas.
At that moment, a man in mid 60's came up to Mary and said,"Now now Mary, let the boy be.
Sheldon's just doing what he loves.
A big smile came across Sheldon's face and said,"Paw paw."
"Your grandfather?" asked the ghost of Christmas past.
"My Paw paw was the best person in the world.
He's the one who inspired me to keep my love of science."
At that moment, Sheldon's grandfather knelt down to child Sheldon and said,"Sheldon, never let people stop you from doing what you love.
If science is your true passion, go with it."
"Thank you Paw paw, said child Sheldon as he gave the older man a hug and said,"I love you you Paw paw."
"I love you to Sheldon," Sheldon's grandfather replied hugging him back.
"Don't ever leave us."
"But he did leave you," the spirit said to adult Sheldon.
"A few weeks after out talk, he died.
Heart attack," Sheldon replied.
"Did you cry?"
"Of course I did, he was my Paw paw."
"And what did you do after that?"
"I kept up with my science as he would had wanted me to."
"And what about a letter to Santa?"
"I actually meant up with Santa in person shortly after my Paw paw died.
"What did you asked?"
"To bring him back.
But Santa didn't.
He gave me Lincon Longs, which of course are fun, but he didn't grant me my wish of giving me back my Paw paw."
"So that's why you hate Christmas?"
"Exactly, the fact that Santa didn't bring me back my Paw paw made me realize that Christmas is nothing but tinsel and wrapping paper."
"Sheldon, I know it was hard for you but, just because you hate Christmas doesn't mean you have to ruin the holiday season for everyone.
And you did have the Christmas spirit in you for a brief time.
But as you grew up, you distance yourself, while everyone else enjoyed the holidays.
Don't you miss it?
What did you learn from our visit here?"
"I noticed my Mother always went overboard with the decorations."
"I wasted this trip for nothing," grumbled the spirit, as she clapped her hands and once again a puff of smoke appeared.
