"It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped 2 presents"

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the undertaker, the clerk, the clergyman and the cheif mourner: Scrooge signed it. And Scrooges name was good for 'change upon whatever he put his hand to.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The children were nustled all snug in their beds, while visons of sugarplums danced in their heads.
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved Christmas. She loved baking and shopping and wrapping and eating candycanes and reading and sitting by the fire and singing christmas carols. Once year she went away to another country. (A few other countries, to be exact) She was afraid that she would miss everyone too much, or not at all. Or that she would miss the traditions too much or not at all. But then when the time came she discovered that there are people and lights everywhere you go. And that her memories would hitch a ride in her backpocket even across as ocean or two, and they always will.
Christmas still came. It came with out packages, boxes or bows. And there came a sound from the Whos down in Whoville, the tall and the small. A sound that got louder and louder... "Welcome christmas, Christmas day. Christmas time is in our grasp, as long as we have hands to clasp"
Christmas comes to the Whos like a little light from the sky that gives them Who Hash and hands to hold. Christmas always comes, but as the Light of the World from heaven, Who gives us the Bread of Life and a hand that will never let got.
Merry Christmas and Love To All....