Gema: I made it! Last chapter! And another cup of cocoa!

Seto: The finish it already. Just...finish it and quit torturing me.

Mokuba: I want a divorce!

Rebecca: So do I. We are filing for one!

Gema: You can't until the end of the story!

Rebecca: You can't stop us! Can she?

Mokuba: She controls the keyboard....

Yes! The bedpost was Scrooge's own bedpost! The bed was his own, the room was his own. The best of all, he had the time to make amends!

"I will live in the Past, Present, and Future!" he cried as he jumped out of bed. "The spirits of all three will live in me! Marik Marley, I thank you. On my knees I thank you!"

He was so ecstatic with his good intentions that he could barely speak. He reached for his bed curtains.

"They are not torn down! They are here, rings and all! Things will change! I know they will!"

(Seto: Great! First I was a heartless nut, now I am a giddy nut!)

(Gema: So you were drinking to hot cocoa, too?)

He raced about his room, carefully examining every item, remembering it from the night before.

"That was the door Marik entered! And that was the couch that the Ghost of Christmas Present sat on! And the window I exited with the Ghost of Christmas Past! It is al true! It all happened!" He let out a wonderful laugh for a man who had not laughed in years.

"What is the day? What is the month? How long was I with them? I don't know, and I don't care!"

(Joe: He has been drinking the same stuff Gema has been!)

(Seto: Watch it, Chihuahua!)

(Gema: I have hot cocoa and nothing else matters!)

Running to the window, he opened it and stuck his head out. There was no fog or mist, just a bright winter day! The air was crisp and cold. It was beautiful!

"What is today?" he called to a boy passing below. It happened to be the caroler from the other night.

(Gema: Just when you thought you were free!)

(Martin: Oh, great!)

"What?" asked Martin.

"What is today?"

"Why, it is Christmas!"

"Christmas!" cried Seto. "I haven't missed it! The spirits came in one night! Of course they can, they can do whatever they like! Boy!"


"Do you know the butcher down the street?"

"I sure do!" smiled Martin.

"An intelligent boy! Remarkable! Now, do you know if they have sold the prized turkey in the window? Not the little one, but the big one."

"The one as big as me?"

"Delightful boy!" exclaimed Scrooge. "Yes, that very one!"

"It is hanging there, now!" smiled Martin.

"It is?" said Scrooge. "Go and buy it!"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes I am!" said Seto. "Buy it and bring it here! Then I will give them directions on where to take it. Come back with the man and I will give you a dollar. Come back with them in under five minutes and I will give you ten dollars!"

Martin was gone like a rocket.

"I will send it to Joe Cratchit's," said Seto, eagerly rubbing his hands together. "And I won't say who sent it. It is three times as big as Tiny Yu-Gi! It is going to be great!"

With a hand shaking from excitement he wrote the address and eagerly waited by the door for the butcher's arrival. He smiled every time he looked at the old brass knocker.

"Wow!" exclaimed Seto when he saw the bird. "You can't carry that thing. I will call for a cab." He smiled and laughed and paid for the turkey, the cab, and Martin.

Then, Seto raced up the stairs and got dressed in his Sunday best. It was not easy, he was over flowing with joy. He raced out of the house and onto the streets. He greeted every person he passed, amazing many of them.

He had not gone far, when, coming to him he saw the two gentle men who had entered his office the other day. His former actions made him feel guilty, but he saw determined to make amends, right here, right now.

(Bakura: Here we go again!)

(Shadi: Just when you think you are safe.)

"My dear sir!" he smiled as he approached. "How do you do? Very well, I hope. Merry Christmas!"

"Mr. Scrooge?!" gaped Bakura.

"Yes, and I a sorry I was not pleasant to you the other day," he said. "Allow me to seek your pardon. Will you accept...." He whispered an amount of money in Shadi's ear.

"Oh, my gosh!" cried Shadi. "Are you serious?"

"Of course," he smiled. "And not a penny less."

"I don't know what to say," stammered Shadi.

"Then don't say anything," said Seto, as he strolled away.

He had just entered his nephew's street when a small church caught his eye.

"She said she would be here to the day she died...." he muttered. Seto Scrooge entered. The pews were full and the service had just started. There, sitting in the front row of the choir was Shayla Belle.

Seto sat through the service, heard Shayla's recital of the passage in Luke. He waited impatiently for the end of the sermon. The congregation was dismissed and he fought against the flow to meet his lost love.

(Seto: Grrrrr.....)

(Shayla: You are going to live to regret this, Gema!)

She was humming the chorus to The First Noel. Seto came up behind her and began to sing along.

"Who is there?" she demanded.

"And old friend," he replied. "One who is sorry for his past mistakes and wants to make amends."

"I know that voice!" she gasped. "Seto...."


"What are you doing here?!"

"I have come to apologize. I am sorry I hurt you."

"That was almost ten years ago."

"I was a fool, Shayla. I threw away the only real thing in my life, you. I know that I may never regain your favor, but I have come to apologize."

"I forgave you a long time ago," she said. "But why do you come to me now?"

"I have changed," Seto replied. "I understand Christmas is more than personal gain. It is about others. That is why we celebrate, because the ultimate gift is Christ."

"You have changed! Does it even matter that I am blind?"

"I do not care that you are blind. I know I might have ruined any chance I have of you accepting me..... Are you doing anything for Christmas? Would you like to spend it with me and my family?"

".....Yes, I would. Christmas is not a time to be alone."

"You will?" he gaped.

"Yes, I will," she muttered. She took his arm and he escorted her down the street to his nephew's house. Scrooge knocked on the door and a young girl answered it.

"Excuse me," said Seto. "Is Mokuba home?"

"Yes, he is."


"In the dining hall with his wife. Would you like to have me take you there?"

"That is OK, he knows me," smiled Seto Scrooge. He entered the dining hall, escorting Shayla Belle.

"Mokuba!" he exclaimed. Rebecca almost had a heart attack, right there.

"Oh, my gosh! Is that!?" gasped Mokuba.

"Yes, It is me, nephew, and I brought a friend. Is that OK?"

"Why sure," agreed Mokuba.

"I am still welcome to dinner, right?" asked Seto.

"Welcome! Of course you are! Come in, sit down. And your lady friend too. Come in," greeted Mokuba. The day went so wonderfully that it would take much too much time to describe it here.

The next day Scrooge was early in his office. He had planned to be there first, and catch Joe Cratchit coming in late. That was he had his heart set on. And he did. The clock struck nine and Joe was not there. Then it struck the quarter. But Joe did not show up until he was eighteen minutes late. Scrooge sat with his door wide open, ready to pounce.

Joe raced in, his hat off before he came through the door.

"What do you mean by coming in here at this time of day!" demanded Scrooge as his clerk sat down.

"I am sorry," Joe apologized. "I am late."

"You are, indeed," snapped Seto. "Come in here."

"But it is only once a year," protested Joe. "It shall not be repeated. I got a little carried away last night."

"Now," snapped Seto, trying to be as nasty as possible and keep a straight face. "I'll tell you what, my friend. I am not going to stand for this sort of thing any longer. And therefore!" He stepped off of his chair in an aggressive manner. Joe backed up in alarm. "And therefore, I am about to raise your salary!"

Joe trembled for a second in terror. Then the impact of his boss's revelation dawned on him.

"Merry Christmas, Joe," smiled Seto. "And a merrier Christmas for the rest of the year. I am going to raise your salary, then we will discuss aiding your struggling family. Build a nice fire before you get back to work!"

Seto Scrooge was better than his word. He did all he said, and indefinitely more. To Tiny Yu-Gi, who did not die, he was a second father. He became a good friend, a good master, and a good man as any of the old city knew. Some people laughed when they saw the change in him, but Seto ignored them. He was wise enough to know that even the greatest met opposition. He married Shayla two years later, though both were past their prime. He never met with the spirits again, but he never forgot their lessons. In fact, he shared those lessons with all he met. He taught everyone how to keep Christmas well, as well as any man alive could. And so, as Tiny Yu-Gi observed, God Bless Us, Everyone!

E-100 Alpha: I am back! I found POF!

Seto: Great timing, the story is over!

Gema: Then be happy. (Hard to believe I started and finished all of this in two days. It is 36 pages!)

From all of us POF ( Gema J. Gall, E-100 Alpha, LadyAkhana, Moonlady, Star, DC Kantel, Joe Marusa, Fox Demon & Dark Fox, The Pharaohs Light and Dark, Imp is Insane, Demon of Shadows, Bakurakrazie, Perfect ARMs) and Yu-Gi-Oh! cast (Yu-Gi Motuo, Solomon Motou, Yami, Bakura Ryou, Joe Wheeler, Tristan Taylor, Tea Gardner, Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba, Bandit Keith, Isis, Shadi, Marik, Rebecca Hawkins, Rex Raptor, Weevil Underwood, Duke Deblin, ESP Roba, Maximillan Pegasus, Drake, Lara, Shayla, Martin) MERRY CHRISTMAS!

The End