#anyway plot summary is basically a tiny 17 yr old girl agreed to this job mostly to see her girlfriend one more time

[an-eldritch-peredhel]

Christmas Present? The non Tolkien bit caught my interest.

For the WIP ask game. This is a very fun, off the wall one for me lol

A little backstory. Last November, I starred as the Ghost of Christmas Present in a musical production of the Christmas Carol. It was a fun time (even though the script sucked and the casting wasn't great and we were supposed to be doing a better show hyped up all summer but couldn't at the last minute- but it went well and the people made up for it so it's ok), and in preparation I watched the Muppets Christmas Carol twice within the span of a few weeks, along with a few other adaptations. So I had it pretty solidly In The Brain.

I was joking with fellow castmates after we finished the show and one brought up the idea of the Christmas ghosts being actual dead people. So I went "Yeah I died on Christmas Eve like seven hours ago but this Scrooge guy sucks so I'm gonna help him turn his life around". And then I couldn't get the idea out of my head that Scrooge isn't special and other people have been visited by Christmas ghosts,��and that Christmas Present in particular is just a random cheery festive person who dies on Christmas Eve and gets recruited to turn the annual old grouch into someone decent. And then I gave in and wrote bits of fanfic about it. Please bear in mind that I have never read the original book, and that this is purely for fun.

"I have told you what I am already, sir, and I assure you that my title would suffice. But if you insist upon a Christian name, I was called Mary in life. An apter name now than I knew then- merry indeed!" "In life?" "Just because the word spirit can be metaphorical, doesn't mean it is!”

"Have you nothing keeping you chained to the world besides your own wicked deeds? Is there nothing to give your life meaning beyond squeezing every drop of profit you can manage out of it?" "Oh, and I suppose you are here out of simple love for Christmas?" he snapped, but despite his tone the spirit's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "Not quite, I'm afraid. Mary Hark loved a girl named Winter. It was she that gave me these-" the spirit lifted the garlands of bright paper chains around her neck "-not that she knew what they would become. But I don't mind. I just want to see her as happy as she can be, one last time, at my favorite time of year. Which is why, Mr. Roberts, we really ought to head out."