"A mall? You brought me to a mall to stand in front of the Santa's workshop display?" Splooge questioned.
It was Christmas Eve and the mall was packed with holiday shoppers one hour before closing. They rushed to and fro in every direction. Splooge muttered swears and angrily swatted the bags away as shoppers jostled him and their bags banged into him when they hurried by.
"As with the Spirit of XXX-Mas Past, we can neither be seen nor heard," the Spirit of XXX-Mas Present told him.
"Then there's no harm in telling the assholes what I really think of them," Splooge declared.
"And no point," the ghost said firmly.
Splooge followed the giant and barefoot Spirit of XXX-Mas Present through the mall. They wandered into the toy shop. The scene could only be described as one of pure cha
