A true Christmas ghost story. About twenty years ago I received a visit from the angel of death. He began to encase me in a thick honey-like substance. I awaited my fate. Then he let me go. Three days later, a hearse came for my neighbor. She'd been dead three days. Death went to the wrong house.

The other night, Yule night, a disintegrating satellite passed above me in the sky. For a moment, before my mind gave me the rational explanation, I actually thought my space family had come fot a visit. I called out, "Wow. Thank you. Merry Christmas. Come see me!" Oh well. Merry Christmas all.

A most blessed Christmas to all.

I have to laugh. The only thing I've been able to post is "hi".

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