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as I turned from the sink, drniyg my hands. My wife and I exchanged sideways glances, both trying to suppress a little laugh. I sat down at the table along with them. I appreciate the help you gave me today Kendall, I said. That inflatable snowman turned out to be quite the project, especially for Christmas Eve day. Why don't you have another cookie and take a couple back to the house with you? . I slid the cookie dish over to Kendall. His small hands shot out and scooped up three cookies like a well-oiled bucket-lifter. Helen took two of the three from him and wrapped them in a napkin.Kendall left soon after, singing a lispy rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teet on the way out the door. We laughed and waved as he sprint-skipped down the driveway, holding his wrapped cookies above his head in a victorious salute to the world.Later that evening a fire licked all about the fireplace. It warmed Helen and I as we sat on the couch, holding each other, listening to Christmas songs, each of us suspended in our Christmas joy. Frank, Helen said. Do you believe in Christmas ghosts? . I coughed a little and readjusted myself on the couch. Would it matter if it was a Christmas ghost or not? . She pulled back from my embrace and scanned my face. I know what you mean by that, she said. A chill walked down my neck, gaining speed as it leaped across my spine. Helen, it's late. We should go to bed. I got up and stumbled a little as I walked over to the hearth. I picked up the stoker and with hurried pokes, pushed the dying logs to the back of the firebox. You've seen it, haven't you? she asked. I need to remember to set out cookies for Santa, I said. I put down the stoker and walked towards the kitchen. Helen popped off the couch and intercepted me. She grabbed me by the shoulders.Her graying eyebrows were arched up and back. Frank, I've seen the Christmas ghost. It haunts me every year starting on December 15th and it continues until Christmas Eve night. I've seen it by our bed and it always says the same thing. Her words stopped and she looked for a long time at me. You know what it says, don't you Frank? .I dropped my head to the ground and let out a huge, deep sigh. It says exactly what Kendall said it says .Helen pushed me away and stepped back. I knew I wasn't crazy. Why didn't you tell me you knew about the ghost? All these years I've kept this to myself, afraid to say anything to you. But, but, you knew. I've known- yes. Helen walked past me and went straight to the Christmas tree. She got on all fours and submerged herself under the tree, flipping through presents, cussing her hair as it caught in the groping needles. She backed out with a rectangular package wrapped in festive colors of green and red. She turned to me and held it up. I looked at her with open palms at my side. This, she said, half-spitting the word as she stood back up. This is what you wanted for Christmas this year. The last two months you have talked about this and I got it for you. But you know what? . She crossed her arms and rocked back on her heels, anger rolling across her face like a snowstorm. I don't think you deserve this. Not this year. Not for making me think I'm crazy all these years. No sir. You definitely don't deserve this. Santa has checked his list and he has found you to be bad. Very, very bad. With a smooth pivot to her right she flung my gift across the room. It landed with precision onto the diminishing flames. Instantly, the wrapping paper crackled and popped as the flames danced up the sides and devoured the large red bow adorning the top of the box.Helen rushed past me and up the stairs. I heard her feet stomp across the landing. She punctuated her disgust with a mighty slam of our bedroom door. As my gift met its fiery fate, I went to the hallway closet and retrieved a spare blanket and pillow, wishing that this Christmas I were the ghost.

in his adorable 5 year old way, I am on a mesytry! Oh yea what mesytry might that be? He proceeded to tell me, The mesytry of the Christmas Ghost! Ms. Suzy we have a ghost in our house these days. Ever since my mama died last summer we been having strange things happen. But ever since the Christmas time has come the Ghost is extra busy. I was intrigued to say the least, Riley what kind of things has this ghost been doing? He listed ever so carefully all of the wonderful things this Christmas Ghost had been doing, We have had more delicious things to eat on our front porch every afternoon when we come home from work and daycare than ever. And you know what? Some of them are the very things that mama used to make! Our dry cleaning has been delivered, our grocery bill paid, pizza deliveries, our grass cut, our windows cleaned, the fruit and pecans picked from our trees and put in bags on our porch. Why our car was even washed this morning before we got up! I exclaimed, This is one hard working ghost! But you know what Riley? We have had the same type of things happening around our house this year. We have been having some pretty tough money problems you see and well we weren't real sure how Christmas would pan out not to mention pay for our house. And do you know that we have been given so much money for Christmas by family, in lieu or in addition to gifts? These are not people who normally give money. We have also received food or food gift cards instead of gifts by other relatives! Our needs are being met in mysterious ways! Riley said, Hum this is mysterious! Then I pronounced, Not really, it is a ghost but this ghost has a name and it is the holy ghost, which is God and Christ Jesus in the spirit. Riley whispered, Huh? I sat down and faced him, Riley I know you know who God and Jesus are from Sunday school but the holy ghost is their spirit, because they aren't here physically, He helps them do their work. So it is a ghost or spirit but the work is being done by people, God's people. People who love and serve God. Riley getting a knowing look said, Well who are these people? I told him questioningly, It could be The Browns next door to you, the Smiths across the street or your Sunday school teacher and her family. It could be anyone God chooses to use. Riley was getting it now and feeling a little more at ease, I get it but why don't they just tell us they done it? I gave Riley a little hug and said, Isn't it more fun this way? Instead of thinking how nice these people are, you realize how big, kind, generous and gracious God is to you. And you thank Him and give Him praise. Riley exclaimed, I want to be a Christmas Ghost too! How can I? I thought a minute and looked around, Hum, you see all those newspapers on the curb, you could take their to their owners doorsteps? Riley practically screamed, Bye Ms. Suzy! I waved and smiled, Happy Christmas Ghosting Riley!

, looking away and snondiug curiously forlorn for such a normally fun activity.“You don’t sound too happy about it,� I noted.“Oh, it’s nothin’ really, just in my ‘magination. That’s what my dad says anyway.�I plugged the new strand into the one already on the house, and started to stretch it along the top of the garage.“Really? Like when a strand of lights is working just fine but when you put ‘em up they’re suddenly bad?� I chuckled.There was silence from Joe.I looked down to see his face turned up toward me, eyes wide with surprise.“Yeah, how’d you know?� he asked, almost whispering.“Oh, well, I just, it seems like that happens to me every year.�“Do you ever have a favorite decoration that all of a sudden you can’t find?�It was as if I took a punch in the gut. I had searched high and low for at least an hour for a series of three little snowflake lights that I loved, but they were mysteriously missing.“Uh, as a matter of fact, I did.�“Oh, no, so the Christmas ghost is haunting your house, too?!� Joe said, almost in a panic, eyes darting around as if looking for something.“Now, hold on, Joe,� I said as calmly as I could muster. “What’s this about a ghost?�“My dad doesn’t believe it, but it’s the second year it’s been at our house,� Joe said. “It must’ve come over here, too! Did you hear noises in your attic?�I paused, remembering a sound I heard earlier above the ceiling, which I had attributed to a large mouse or even a squirrel – at the time.“Oh, it’s probably nothing, just some animal or something, Joe,� I tried to say in a reassuring tone, but not succeeding very well.“Look! Didja see that?!� Joe pointed to a small window, high on the house just under the roof. “It’s here!�I nearly lost my footing, and felt my stomach lurch with fear as I hung on to the ladder for dear life.“No, Joe, she’s … I mean, there’s nothing there.�The image of a wispy smoke-like object floating by my attic window earlier suddenly popped back into my mind. I had dismissed the sight as a cloud’s reflection in the glass, but now the hair on the back of my neck was standing straight up as I pictured a woman’s face wearing a filmy dress.“So it’s a girl ghost?� Joe said very softly. “That explains the laughing …�“OK, Joe, tell ya what, I think I’m done for today,� I said, changing the subject. “How about a cup of hot chocolate?�“No thanks, Miz Sheldon,� Joe said, turning to leave. “Give it to her! Maybe she’ll stay at your house and not mine!�He turned and ran home, leaving me holding the lights and wondering about our new neighborhood resident.

No Joke, Mrs. M. My house is haunted. I hear sooemne in the dining room every night. Thing is I can't make out if it’s a guy or a girl cause it sounds kind of funny. Like a bad radio station. I took a break from draping the net lights over the rectangular shrub in my front yard. “Look, John, I don’t buy it. If there really was something in your house I can’t believe you would just be chatting about it like it’s something you saw on television. “ I rolled my eyes and got back to work. John was seventeen and deceptively handsome. He was known to wander around the neighborhood and chat up ladies like a fresh faced Lothario. “Scouts honor.� He laughed while he rolled out an extension cord. I huffed, rearranging my lights. He sauntered up beside me, leaning in close.“What’s the matter Mrs. M? Am I scaring you?� His voice was huskier than it had been a minute before.“John, go home before I call your mother,� I laughed.“Whatever you say. Sweet dreams.� With a final cocky wink he was gone. I hoped for his mother’s sake the occasional rumors of late night assistance he offered weren’t true.That night I sat up with the latest novel on my list waiting for my husband to get home from work. However, my focus was constantly slipping. I’d never given it much thought but now, alone, I felt a tickle at my eardrum; much like when sooemne opens a door and air rushes quietly into the room. My hair stood up on end and as my fear grew so did my need to seek out any possible intruder. I set aside my book and grabbed my pepper spray and a Maglite hoping desperately not to need them. The ground level of the house was clear but as I crept upstairs some distant sound became more distinct. I knew the sound though I had never sought it out. I had told myself it was the normal sounds of a house at night. I zeroed in on the door of the guest bedroom with my heart beating louder. Thu-thump! Thu-THUMP! I pressed my ear to the door. There was a crackle of static. “never believe who I saw her talking to tod-“ the voice faded out. “alking to that Joh brazen as day.� It was female, I thought, but I was having trouble making sense of the words.“no good, we all know that. He’s a fox that young one, � Another female, it seemed. I noticed the door was open a crack and my curiosity drew me to it. Slowly I inched forward and pressed my eye against it. There were women, five of them flickering in and out in smart dresses sitting around a table. As I gazed transfixed by their ghostly cards, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing you snoop!� A misty face sent me screaming from the gossiping spectral bridge club.

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. How about placing ligths along the eaves so they don't short out if it rains? I suggested.He looked at my ladder and the box of ligths I'd so carefully arranged and stored last January twelfth when my wife made me take them down. She insists that's the day to undecorate. Gee. I don't know nuttin' 'bout lectric ligths, he admitted. Well, Andy, just what do you know about decorating besides egging houses? I asked in exasperation. Not much. I jus’ did the eggs ‘cause Charley tol' us kids 'bout how you useta do it as a kid. Charley! My son away at college. Thanks, Charley.I ignored his explanation and asked, Then just why did you offer to help? Promise not t' laugh? Promise. Out with it. I wanted t' git away from th' ghost. Ghost? I wasn't laughing. This kid was deadly serious. He was ready for the funny farm.. Tell me about your ghost. I don't never see im. He's a ghost. Ghosts are invisible.' O.K., I admitted. So how do you know he's there? Well, it's like the hall rug. It keeps gettin' pulled away from th' wall and wrinkled, even when nobody's been in the hall. N' th' water jar in the frige. No matter how many times y' fill it, it's always empty when y' wanna drink. Th' garbage can under th' sink's another thing. It's always knocked over when y' start t' stick in some garbage. Andy, I told him. You'll have to hide from your ghost somewhere else. I've got to get these decorations up or my wife will kill me. He gave me a funny look and rushed off. I figured this story was too good to keep. I'd take it in to the little woman. Give her a laugh.I went in the house and called. No answer. She probably went down the hall to the back porch. I straightened the rug. She always did that. I wish sh wouldn't drag it away from the wall and wrinkle it.Well, before I tracked her down, I'd get a drink. Damn! The water bottle was empty again. I got a glass and filled it with ice and water as I filled the water bottle. As I was putting the bottle back in the frige, I noticed that blueberry pie I still hadn't eaten. But clumsy me, I dropped it as I was getting it from the frige. Unfortunately, it landed upside down. Or maybe that was fortunate. The dish didn't break.I grabbed a fist full of towels and cleaned up the mess before Emma, my wife saw what a mess I made. As usual, the garbage pail under the sink was tipped over. I straightened it out and put the garbage in it.Now why did I come into the house. I sure wish Emma were here . She always reminded me of my absent-minded behavior when she was still alive. I really miss her.

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