It is Christmas Eve. I am sitting in my library all alone. I was going to put up a Christmas tree but knew that would be too much of a chore for a 200 year old monster to do by myself. Instead, I sat and reminisced about Christmas in the past. I thought about the Christmases I had with my two children, Emily and Joshua, Christmases before Helga put a spell on me that turned me into a monster.
It felt good to reminisce. I am glad that at 200 years old, I still had my memories. I was very thankful for that.
I was in such deep thought about Christmases in the past, that I did not hear my doorbell ring. I did however, hear the loud thumping at the door. I was shocked to see my great-great-great-great-grandson, David, at the door.
David immediately saw that I was alone. He saw my shoes in the hallway and my jacket hanging in the hallway. He helped me put them on and informed me that I wasn’t going to spend Christmas alone.
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