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George looked distraught.

"Your policies," continued the Ghost, "left large portions of the Middle East a wasteland, badly contaminated, with so many citizens bereft of hope. The economy at home is a disaster for nearly everyone, especially the middle class and the poor. And the American Constitution lies in tatters. If you had paid attention to what really is important in life, maybe then your death would not be so cold, so devoid of people who really cared about you."

George cried out: "Please, Ghost, tell me: Is this the future that is foretold or can it be altered?"

"You are the one who can determine that future," said the Ghost.

Tears ran down George's cheeks. "The scales have been lifted from my eyes, Ghost! I've seen the bleak future. I will change! I will do what you suggest. I will carry the Christmas story in my heart and in my actions for the rest of my days. Will you take me back now?"

The sun's rays burst into the room and shone directly on George's face as he woke up in his own bed. He jumped up, ran to the open window and shouted to a youngster below: "You, boy, you beautiful boy, can you tell me what day this is and what year?" The boy shouted back: "Why, it's Christmas Day, sir, in the year of Our Lord 2007."


"Good, I still have time," George exclaimed. He threw some money to the boy and told him to buy a large goose and deliver it to the Cratchit house. Giddily, he got dressed while humming Christmas carols. His heart was filled with light and renewal and with the prospect of giving aid to his employee's damaged son.

George awoke in his dark room with a start. "Whoa! What a nightmare! It seemed so real, but no, it had to be a dream -- probably was all those pretzels I ate last night. Well, time to get dressed. Better give Uncle Dick a call. Today's the day we've all been waiting for: It's shock-and-awe time for Iran."

First published by The Crisis Papers and Democratic Underground 12/18/07.

Copyright 2007 by Bernard Weiner.

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Prince of Peace by cluelessfl on Friday, Dec 21, 2007 at 12:21:35 AM