The folded, printed letter had been slipped into the mailbox of the old house on the hill. The occupants gathered round to read it.
“Congratulations!” The eldest of them read in a voice like steel scraping over stone. “Your house has won this year’s Scrooge Award for the fewest decorations!!!”
The ghosts all looked at one another. No living soul had lived there for a long time, and time is so much harder to track once you’ve passed on.
But they all knew what spirits were supposed to do on Christmas. The sender was about to have a magical evening.

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