Hello everyone. Read parts 1-4 before reading part 5! It’s some good stuff in there you don’t want to miss. Anyway, here’s part 5. Oh, don’t forget to set your scale back ten pounds in preparation of Thanksgiving! Lol jk… Enjoy.

The funeral was at Carol’s old church. The only people there were Carol’s parents, the pastor, Romona, Xavier and… “The hussy from the shelter?” Carol said. “Whose funeral is this?” she said before looking in the casket and seeing her very own body. “I’m dead?” she asked the ghost, while staring at her cold body. “Hmph,” she straightened her blazer and stood up tall. “I look good, but… I’m dead?” she asked the ghost again, with disappointment and disgust on her face. “You ain’t alive,” the ghost said. “You know what. You have a smart mouth to be a dead guy,” Carol said to the ghost. “Thanks, but I’m not a guy. I’m a ghost. Therefore I don’t have a gender.” “It wasn’t a compliment. Something a smart guy, ghost, Hades or whatever you are, would know. Listen, can you please just tell me how I got here?” Carol said. “You mean dead?” the ghost asked sarcastically. “But of course. How about I show you instead?” The ghost held out one of his hands. “Ladies first,” he said motioning for Carol to walk ahead of him. Suddenly they appeared in Carol’s bedroom where Romona and fire fighters found Carol on the floor. She was dead and her body had an awful odor. The firefighter said she’d probably been lying on the floor dead for days. “So sad, to be found this way on Christmas,” the firefighter said. My heart goes out to you and her family,” he said to Romona. Romona sat on the floor crying, as the ambulance came in and took Carol’s dead body away. The firefighter comforted her. Later on, the doctor called and told Romona that Carol had died from a heart attack. “How?” Romona asked. “She was as healthy as a horse.” “Stress could be a contributing factor,” the doctor said. “Well Carol was a hard worker. She didn’t make much time for love or to enjoy life. I guess that could take a toll on a person’s heart,” Romona said. Then it seemed as if reality hit Carol in the face. She had a rude awakening. She realized she’d been going through life all wrong. Life wasn’t about how much money she could make. It was truly about charity. She hadn’t read her Bible in at least a decade but she remembered 1 Corinthians 13, “Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.

And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.

And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.

Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,

Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;

Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.”

For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

10 But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

Carol realized that she lived a life totally opposite of 1 Corinthians 13. She never got over being bullied, and the embarrassment she felt haunted her everyday. Although she knew first hand what being bullied did to people, sadly she felt powerful when she bullied her employees or refused to fall in love. The saying is true, “Hurt people hurt people.” Carol wanted to make a change. She was fortunate to have people in her life who loved her despite her shortcomings. Carol also realized that she had overworked herself all these years to occupy her mind. Working kept her mind off of the pain of her past. Carol had been overachiever in life, because she felt like a loser inside, and she hated herself, but no more. She broke down on her knees and asked God to forgive her. “Father God, I know you and I haven’t talked in a long time. I’m sorry. I see the error of my ways now. I apologize for being so vain. I know that life is about love. Your love for us, and our love for you and each other. Forgive me, Jesus. Help me to forgive myself. I don’t feel good about how I’ve treated  anyone I’ve came across since I was eleven years old. I’ve always had selfish ambitions since that time, but I’m ready to deny myself and live for you. I want your light to shine through me. Please don’t let it be too late for me, Father God. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.

Hey, my good people. Make sure you’ve read parts 1-3. Trust me, you don’t want to leave anything out. If you’re all caught up, please proceed to read part 4. Happy reading! 🙂

That Porsche got the two of them to Romona’s house faster than the speed of light. Carol recognized the house, because during college, she and Romona were best friends. They both were interns at Jennifer’s accounting firm. Carol as an accountant and Romona as a project manager. When Carol opened her own firm, she hired Romona as her executive assistant. Inside of Romona’s home lay her pup named Slim Jim. He’s a wiener dog. Slim Jim barely stood up on his little legs and limped towards Romona. She walked towards the puppy and picked him up. Romona looked sad. “Romona has a picture of her puppy on her desk. She loves that dog. Why is he limping though? And why is Romona sad?” “She’s sad because her puppy has a ligament disease,” the ghost of Christmas present said. “Oh, no. What’s going to happen to him?” “Well, he’ll be fine. He’ll get surgery and physical therapy and eventually he’ll be okay. But you know, you never approve Romona’s time off, so she’s had to delay getting him treatment.” “You mean, this is my fault this poor puppy is suffering? I’m so sorry, Romona. I didn’t know,” Carol said to Romona who sat in a chair rubbing her puppy’s back. “She can’t hear you,” the ghost said. Then, Romona’s fiancé came in the house with medicine for the dog. Romona put her puppy down, then got up and kissed her fiancé before grabbing her coat and purse and heading out the door. “Can’t you spend Christmas with me and Slim Jim?” her fiancé asked. “I’m sorry honey, but Carol needs me,” Romona said. “I need you. Slim Jim needs you,” her fiancé said. “I know,” Romona said as she turned around and rubbed her fiancé’s face. “I love you, and I promise to make it up to you tonight when I get off work,” Romona said. “She would leave her fiancé and sick dog at home for me?” Carol asked. “Sure. Romona still sees you as her best friend. She loves you, and would do anything for you,” the ghost of Christmas present said. “Well, I haven’t been a very good friend to her. I’ve only been her boss, and not a very good boss either.” Carol had tears in her eyes, when she saw the sacrifice Romona made for her. “You know, your entire team goes over and beyond for you everyday. You are blessed to have such loyal employees, friends and family. Then the ghost of Christmas present day and Carol appeared in the Porsche and in a flash they were at Carol’s parents house. “Mom. Dad.” Carol said with tears of joy. She went to embrace them. “They don’t know you’re here,” the ghost of Christmas present, said. Carol and the ghost watched as her parents looked through the photo album of Carol’s childhood Christmas’s. Her parents hugged each other as they cuddled on the loveseat in front of their fireplace. “How long has it been?” the ghost asked. “I haven’t been home in seven years,” Carol said. “You haven’t seen your parents in seven years, and they live two hours away?” “I’ve seen them. They’ve visited. We’ve FaceTimed, but I haven’t been home in seven years.” “I think it’s time for a visit, don’t you?” the ghost said. Then they appeared in the Porsche once more, and then appeared at the shelter where Xavier volunteers. “Zay,” Carol said as she ran up to hug Xavier, who was helping serve guests at the shelter. “Umm,” the ghost of Christmas present day said. “Yeah, I know. He doesn’t know I’m here. He can’t feel my embrace. Yada, yada, ya…,” Carol said a little frustrated. Then her heart warmed seeing how happy the people at the shelter were to receive a Christmas meal and presents. One little girl’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when she received a doll. Carol finally understood why Xavier does what he does. He does it out of the goodness of his heart, so that others can feel as loved, happy and blessed as he does. “He’s such a good man,” Carol said. “I don’t deserve him.” Carol looked as Xavier excused himself off the serving line, and went to call her on his cell. Carol’s cell ring in her pocket. She answered, but Xavier couldn’t hear her. Instead, he heard her voicemail. Xavier began to leave a message. He said, Merry Christmas, and he wished she’d come spend the day with him at the shelter. Then he said, “I never told you this, but this is important to me because I come from humble beginnings. My mom and I lived in a shelter when I was a kid, and I remember being happy with just one toy that I received from a local church. I remember having a real Christmas dinner at the shelter with my mom. It didn’t matter that we were poor or in a shelter. What mattered most was the love. The love my mom and I had for each other and the love strangers showed to us by being there for us, especially during the holidays. Those individuals inspired me to make a difference. This is my calling in life, and that’s why it’s so important to me. This is who I am, and I want you to be a part of it, forever, but it’s up to you. Meet me at the shelter if you want the same. If you don’t, I’ll have my answer and I’ll never bother you again. I love you,” Xavier said before hanging up the phone. Carol cried, “Zay. I’m right here, baby. I love you too.” “If only he could hear you,” the ghost said. Then an attractive female volunteer came up to Xavier and rubbed his back and asked, “Are you okay.” “I’m fine,” he said. “Let’s get back on the line and serve up these good old plates.” The attractive lady smiled, “Okay then. That’s the spirit.” She stood beside him on the line and hip bumped him, and then gave him a wink and a smile. Xavier smiled back and continued serving the guests. “Oh no miss pretty little thing didn’t,” Carol said. “Oh, yes she did,” the ghost of Christmas present day said. Before Carol knew it, they’d zoomed back to Carol’s house and right before Carol was about to make her a cup of coffee, the ghost of Christmas present day disappeared and the ghost of Christmas future appeared. Carol didn’t see the ghost, but she felt a gust of wind behind her. The gust of wind knocked the ground coffee out of Carol’s hand. “Geesh, you all really don’t believe in giving people warnings, do you?” Carol asked, with her back still turned away from the ghost. “We’re not people,” the ghost said. “Oh, right. You’re ghost,” Carol said with a smirk. “But to answer your question. No. We don’t believe in giving warnings. Where’s the fun in that?” the ghost said. “None of this is fun,” Carol said. “I’ve met the ghost of Christmas past, present, and I’m assuming you’re the ghost of Christmas future?” “You’ve assumed correctly,” the ghost said. Carol turned around, and she was blown away, but not in a good way. She almost had a heart attack. This ghost looked like death. He had a black hood, no face, just darkness, and he even had a staff in his hand. “What the Hell,” Carol said. “You’ve got that right,” the ghost said. “Well, not exactly Hell. More like Hades,” the ghost said. “Isn’t it the same thing?” Carol asked. “You’re about to find out,” the ghost said, as he grabbed Carol’s arm. “Wait, no. I don’t want to find out,” Carol said, trying to jerk away from the ghost’s grip. He hit his staff on the floor and they were at a funeral.

Hey y’all. Hope everyone’s having a great day! If not, look up to Heaven and smile, because God is still good, His mercy endures forever, and His love for you is everlasting! Remember, HE knows the plans HE has for you. ❤️Oh, be sure to read parts 1 & 2 of the story before reading this one, and if you’re all caught up, here goes! 🎄❄️💨

Carol and the ghost of Christmas past appeared inside of Carol’s parents home. It was Christmas Eve 1998. Carol was eight years old. Little Carol, her mom and dad sat fireside in their living room, roasting marshmallows, drinking hot chocolate and singing Christmas Carols. “I remember this night,” Carol said smiling. “I used to love to sing when I was younger.” Carol listened to her younger self entertain her parents by singing “Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer” and doing a cute little dance. Carol began to sing along and do the dance moves with her younger self. Her parents applauded little Carol and then her Father said, “Okay, Carol. Time for bed.” “But dad, can’t I stay up a little while longer?” little Carol said. “Not if you want Santa to come,” her Father said. “But I want to meet Santa,” little Carol said. “But you did honey, remember?” her mom said. “You met him last week at the mall. Remember, when you took the picture with him and told him what you wanted for Christmas?” “Oh, yeah,” little Carol said, while yawning. Her parents walked her to her bedroom, they all said their prayers together. Then they tucked little Carol in, and gave her a kiss. “Good night,” her parents said. Her mom turned off the light and closed the door. The next day was Christmas and little Carol jumped up opening all of her presents. Then later, her family went caroling with their church. “I used to love Caroling,” she smiled lovingly at her past self. Then her smile quickly turned upside, “Until.” Carol saw herself in fifth grade during the Christmas season. She was being teased by the class bully. The teacher asked the kid bully to answer a multiplication question, and he got it wrong. Little Carol raised her hand, and gave the correct answer. The kid felt ashamed, and took his frustrations out on Carol during lunch. He tripped her up and made her drop her tray, and her face landed in her mashed potatoes and gravy. All the kids laughed at her. “Aww, poor Carol Ling. Hey, who wants to hear some Christmas Carol’s?” the bully asked, looking around the lunch room. The kid bully put one foot on Carol’s back. “You think you’re so smart, and have the perfect family. Always out caroling and spreading holiday cheer. Well, how about you sing for us now, Carol Ling? Whadaya say, folks?” The kids screamed, “yeah!” Carol tried to move herself from underneath the bully’s feet, but he pressed harder. “Not. Until. You start. Caroling. Carol Ling,” he said in a harsh mumble. “Hey, that’s going to be your new nickname,” he said with excitement, as if he’d come up with the best idea ever. “Caroling Carol Ling, and every time I see you,” he went back to the harsh mumble tone. “You’d better sing, or else,” the bully said punching one of his fist into his other hand and turning his fist side to side in his palm, while giving Carol an evil stare. Carol swallowed hard. She knew that meant if she didn’t sing as the kid bully requested, she’d get a beat down. Ever since then, all the kids called her caroling Carol Ling, and Carol began to hate singing or caroling, and she resented the fact that her parents named her Carol Ling. Fifth grade was when Carol also began to hate Christmas. Carol became upset looking at the embarrassment of her past. The pain was too much. “I don’t want to see anymore of this,” she said calmly but sadly. “Please, just make it stop,” she said to the ghost of Christmas past. Before she knew it, she was back home in her bed, but then her alarm on her cell went off and she grabbed her phone without looking at it and powered it off. Then she realized what she’d done. She jumped up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower to get ready for work, but she could see through her blinds that it was still dark outside. “What on earth?” Then someone tapped her on her shoulder three times with their finger. She turned around slowly, and it was a woman neatly attired in a business suit. “Who are you, and why are you in my house?” Carol said as she got into fighting stance. “You can throw punches all you want to, but I won’t feel it,” the neatly attired woman said. “Okay psycho, if you insist,” Carol said. “After what I went through in fifth grade, my father made sure I took the best martial arts classes, so you better bring it,” Carol said before throwing a jab that went through the lady. “Ahhh,” Carol screamed. “What are you? What am I? Am I asleep? I gotta be still asleep. Who are you?” Carol said, as she backed away from the woman. “I’m the ghost of Christmas present, and I’m on a timeline, in which we don’t have much time, so if you’re done, can we get this over with?” “Get what over with? What are you talking about?” Carol asked. “You ask too many irrelevant questions. I can show you better than I can tell you, now let’s go,” the lady said grabbing Carol’s hand and taking her downstairs. “Wait, are we going to fly? Peter Pan took off with me without warning, and it almost gave me a heart attack. Could you at least warn me before.” The woman cut Carol off. First of all that wasn’t Peter Pan. However Peter Pan is.” Carol cut the woman off, “I know, his uncle’s brother cousin, twice removed.” “Exactly, the woman smiled. Secondly, flying isn’t my style. At least not in the air. The woman held out her right hand and Carol’s front door flung open. It was a red convertible Porsche. “Wow,” Carol said. “Nice ride.” “Thanks,” the woman said. “Let’s go.” Carol and the ghost of Christmas present day arrived at Romona’s house.

Now, if you missed part one, I suggest you go read it and then come back to part two. Otherwise, you’re going to be confused about some things. As I stated in part one, there will be several parts to this story, so keep up. 😁Anyway, if you’re ready, here’s part two of “A Christmas Carol-Remix”. Enjoy.

After work, Carol headed home, but she got there later than usual, because Atlanta’s traffic was even worse than normal. Last minute Christmas shoppers and the wintry mix, did not mix, especially since the wintry mix had turned into heavy snow. The first thing Carol did when she got home, was put her cell phone on the charger. “Dang it. I know I’ve missed some important phone calls. How could I forget my charger at the office? Oh yeah, I had to rush out of the building before that little man from the Salvation Army came over dinging his bell and asking for donations.” Carol played her voice messages from her house phone, slipped off her high heels and poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped as she listened. “Hi Carol, it’s mom,” her mom said, “And dad,” her father said. “We just called to wish you a Merry Christmas,” they said in unison. “We miss you and wish you could come home for Christmas, but we know you’re a busy woman. We’re proud of you and love you,” her mom said. “Love you Carol. Call us back dear. We’d love to have you home for Christmas,” her dad said. “Bye,” they both said, then they made kissing noises before hanging up the phone. The next voicemail was Carol’s boyfriend Xavier. He’s a real estate mogul and community leader. He’d called to see if Carol wanted to come out and help him and other volunteers, pass out coats and winter accessories to the homeless, shelters and nearby communities. It wasn’t the first time Xavier had invited Carol to come out and assist with volunteering, but she always made an excuse not to. Carol skipped through the other voicemails, in hopes that a big time investor had returned her phone call. He had shown interest in her accounting firm, which was quickly expanding throughout Georgia and surrounding states, and she was hoping to get him on board and at the meeting in January. He hadn’t called. Her cell phone was now charged enough to power back on, so she checked those messages. Nothing. She decided to cook dinner, eat and go to bed. Despite the weatherman’s advisory to avoid the roads on Christmas morning, she planned on going to work anyway. That night when she went to sleep, she was awakened by her former boss Jennifer, who taught her everything about running a successful accounting business. “Ca-rol. Ca-rol,” Jennifer said in a ghostly tone. Carol immediately sat up in bed, frightened by the sound. “Who’s there?” Carol had the chills because it was so cold in the house. “Ca-rol,” Jennifer said again. Carol quickly turned her head towards the window where she saw Jennifer. “Jennifer, is that you?” Carol hopped out of bed and rushed to the window where Jennifer had one leg inside the window and one leg outside. “Ca-rol. Help, my leg is stuck.” Carol looked out of her window where Jennifer’s right leg was stuck in a ladder. “Jennifer, how on earth. Why on earth. “Never mind,” she said as she helped Jennifer inside. She closed the window. Shivering from the cold, she put on her robe. Jennifer sat in a chair, almost out of breath. “Jennifer, why are you at my house? And why did you climb a ladder and come through my bedroom window?” “Well, I was knocking on the door for five minutes, and it’s too cold, so I climbed the ladder you had in your yard, up to your window. It was unlocked so I just came in. Well, I tried to come in,” Jennifer said breathing hard. “Whew, I’m out of breath.” “Jennifer, I thought you died years ago.” “What, died?” “No, I moved to Mexico and got married, but we’re on a business/holiday vacation right now.” Carol laughed, “You? Married? I thought you were the one who told me that money was all a person really needs in life. You told me that love will cause you to lose money, and to avoid it at all cost,” Carol said. “Yeah, I know, I was wrong, but listen, I came here to warn you to lose that mindset. I admit I was wrong for telling you those things and I’m sorry. I don’t want you to live a miserable life with nothing but your money. Life is about love and without it, a person slowly dies inside, before dying alone. I don’t want that for you, so I’m warning you to change your ways before you lose the people who love you and it’s too late.” “Who, Xavier? Pssh, honey he’s not going anywhere,” Carol said, laughing a little. “Look Jennifer, I appreciate you coming by, but you were right. Money is all I need in life, and the reason Xavier and I are together is because I’m not trying to fall in love, get married and start a family. My business is my family. Now,” she said escorting Jennifer downstairs and out the front door. If you’ll excuse me. I have work in the morning. I need my beauty sleep. Thanks for dropping by, bye.” “But wait, Jennifer said while grabbing the door to keep Carol from closing it in her face. You will have three more visitors tonight and it’s very important that you  pay attention to what they show you, because you will have to make a very important decision that could alter the course of your life, for better or worse.” “Wait, waaait a minute,” Carol said opening the door all the way. If I know anything about you Jennifer, you always have something up your sleeve. You’re going to send a few investors my way, aren’t you? But wait, they’re coming tonight? To my house? But it’s late. It’s eleven o’clock Christmas Eve. Never mind that, tell them come on. I can throw on some clothes real quick and we can meet.” “No, no, no, Carol. You’ve misunderstood me. There aren’t any investors coming.” “Yeah, right. Thanks so much Jennifer. I owe you one. Gotta go get ready. See ya,” Carol said slamming the door in Jennifer’s face. “Lord, she’s going to need your help,” Jennifer said looking up to the sky. She shook her head and walked off. Fifteen minutes later, Carol’s door bell ring. She had already put on a pant suit and was ready to meet the investors. She put on a smile before opening the door. It was a kid. “I don’t have any donations kid. It’s eleven thirty at night. Shouldn’t you be home in bed. You don’t want Santa to fly past your house because he didn’t see a kid there, now do you? I suggest you run along and get in bed before you find coal in your stocking.” The kid grabbed her hand. “Look lady, we don’t have much time. Let’s gooo,” the kid said while grabbing Carol’s hand as they flew into the air. Carol screamed, “let me go Peter Pan!” My name’s not Peter Pan. Peter’s my uncle’s brother cousin, twice removed. My name, well, just call me the ghost of Christmas past,” the boy said before they landed at Carol’s parents house.

This is not your traditional Christmas Carol story. This Christmas Carol is remixed, by none other than yours truly. Although, I put my own spin on it. I think you’ll enjoy it and even more so, receive the message in it. This is only part one, so be on the look out for every part that follows. Tis the season, so I thought I’d spread a little Christmas cheer your way, by doing something that I absolutely love to do, and that’s writing of course! So, without further ado, I present to you, “A Christmas Carol-remix”.

It was Christmas Eve, in Atlanta, Ga. Outside there was a messy wintry mix, and inside of 702 Oxford Lane, there was a neatly attired yet hot tempered Carol Ling. Yes, Carol Ling is her full name, no pun intended. The name was given to her by her African American mom and Chinese American dad. Kids teased her all her life about the name, and on top of that, as a child, her parents would make her go caroling with them and their church every holiday season. Carol Ling hated caroling and she hated Christmas, but we’ll get to why, later on. So, during Carol’s adult life, she pretty much worked through Christmas, and it was a requirement that all employees work Christmas Day. So, there was a hurricane of rage that swept the office when Romona, Carol’s executive assistant requested Christmas Day off. Romona was newly engaged and wanted to spend Christmas with her fiancé. Let me tell you a little bit more about Carol Ling’s personality. Depending on the situation, she could go from passive aggressive to bat ish crazy in 0.2 seconds, and let me just say, there’s always a situation. “Why can’t I take off Christmas?” Romona asked. “I promise to come in extra early the following day.” “Absolutely not,” Carol said. “But why not? We don’t meet with potential investors until a month from now, and we’re pretty solid on our presentation. It’s the holidays. Can’t we take a day to enjoy what matters most in life?” “And what exactly do you think matters most in life, Romona?” Carol said with a smirk.

“Love,” Romona said. “And spending precious moments together with family and loved ones.” Carol laughed, “Oh Romona, how touching. You’re absolutely right, you should take Christmas off.” “Really!” Romona yelled with excitement. “Sure,” Carol said with an emotionless expression on her face, before proceeding to say, “I’ll see you the day after Christmas when you come to pick up your pink slip.” “My pink slip? Are you threatening to fire me?” Romona asked. “Oh, it’s not a threat, it’s in your contract,” Carol said before slamming Romona’s contract on the desk and pointing to the highlighted area which stated, “Due to business needs, it is a requirement that every employee work Christmas Day. If not, the employee would be in violation of their contract due to job abandonment and therefore terminated immediately.” “Carol, please have mercy,” Romona said. “Oh, but I am Romona,” Carol said with a wink. I’m having mercy on you for asking for Christmas off, when clearly, you didn’t mean it. Now, off you go,” Carol fanned Romona away like a fly. Don’t forget to close the door behind you. I’ll see you tomorrow on Christmas.” Romona left the office with her head down. A couple interns with their festive holiday gear on, walked by and stuck their heads in Carol’s office door. “Merry Christmas, Carol.” “Get back to work,” Carol yelled, as the two scurried back to their cubicles.