This is a Christmas story I wrote last year but didn't post it until Christmas Eve so many people did not get to read it.
This is another of my Christmas Phantom crossover stories. The first I wrote 'A Phantom Christmas' was one meant to bring people into the holiday mood. I was watching A Christmas Carol the other night and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I took the same principle for the story and added it to the Phantom of the opera. I must warn you, some parts of this are rather sad, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

I don't own the characters in this story nor do I claim rights to the ideas for Charles Dickens' writings...

The clock in the foyer chimed nine o'clock and Christine glanced out the window. No sign of Raoul yet. It was the day before Christmas and he was still at his social meeting with his rich friends. Christine had once again refused to accompany him to the party, insisting that she was not treated as though she were welcome. He kissed her on the forehead and left, saying he understood, but had to go anyway.

It had almost been a year since the ordeal at the opera, and Christine had not been back since. She lived in Raoul's house for the most part, since the night he took her away, but at her insistence and his disappointment, they still were not married. Christine ventured to say at first that she needed time to think about all that had happened and let it all settle and he had agreed to that, but as time went on, Christine still did not feel right about the marriage. Raoul's family could not cut him off financially as they had once threatened because they were not yet married, but because she lived in their estate home, they gave Raoul much grief about the situation, to which he was growing more and more frustrated.

Christine had come to see what kind of life they would lead. Even if they were married, Christine would remain a social outcast and in any public situation she would be forced to endure the fake smiles and lying gestures of Raoul's associates and friends because she was not rich, and had performed as a common chorus girl at the opera. With every passing day, she felt the urge to run away from the life that she now knew, but where could she go? What was she to do? The opera would certainly never take her back after all the trouble that ensued on her behalf at the hands of Erik, the Phantom.

Erik. A wistful smile of grief and regret spread itself across her face as she readied herself for bed. She did not figure Raoul would be home anytime soon, so she might as well not wait up for him. She crossed the hall and told their maid to prepare the house for the night, she was going to sleep early. She closed the bedroom door behind her and slipped between the cool sheets, hoping to fall asleep quickly so she would not notice Raoul when he did finally return. No doubt, he would enter her room, kiss her forehead goodnight, and venture off to his own chambers to sleep off the liquor he had consumed at the party, which was his usual wont.

As Christine lay there contemplating her fate, restless with the memories of the past and the uncertainty of the future, she saw a light come on under her door. Unsure why, she twisted into her pillow to pretend to be asleep. She was not in the mood to hear Raoul's apologies for being out so late on a night meant to be spent with your closest friends and loved ones. She heard heavy footsteps cross the room and someone sit down on the bed.


Christine sat up in bed, her heart pounding at the voice of the person by her side. She looked in the darkness of the room to see a brilliant shine figured around a person whose voice she recognized as her fathers!

"Father? Is it really you? No! It cannot be, you're dead!"

Her father smiled at her and laid his hand down upon hers, but she did not feel it.

"Christine, it is me. Please don't be afraid."

"Father, are you a ghost?"

"Yes, I am," he said, "But more importantly, I am your guardian angel"

Christine leaned forward to hug her father's image, but her body passed through his as though it were nothing more than a chilled mists on a winter morning.

"Christine," he began, "I have come here tonight to warn you."

"Warn me? Of what? I don't understand."

"The life you are leading is not the one you should be. Out of remorse and regret for your past deeds, you are condemning your life, and the life of others to a fate that should never be. Tonight, you will be visited by three spirits. Listen to them, they will show you things you may have forgotten, things you should know, and things that might be."


"I know things have been difficult for you since I died, but please know that I am always with you."

Christine watched him rise to leave and she cried out after him, "Father! Don't leave me again!"

"I have to go now," he replied, not seeming to hear her. He stepped through the thick wooden door and disappeared before her very eyes.