Today is Christmas Eve, and every year I have the same problem: three spirits show up one by one starting when the clock chimes one. The first takes me on a journey to see glimpses of my past that I would rather not see. The second gives me a view of Christmas present - which these days is pretty bleak - and then the third gives me a vision of the future. You can imagine what that looks like. Then I wake up and assume it was all a dream, until I see the photograph above on the nightstand, no doubt taken by the doorbell camera at the entrance to hell. It appears to show Jacob Marley and I greeting each other and me inquiring how old Scrooge is doing these days. Pretty good, actually. He now owns Tesla and SpaceX.
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