In another Christmas story, Dale Pearson, evil developer, self-absorbed woman hater, and seemingly
unredeemable curmudgeon, might be visited in the night by a series of ghosts who, by showing him bleak
visions of Christmas future, past, and present, would bring about in him a change to generosity, kindness,
and a general warmth toward his fellow man But this is not that kind of Christmas story, so here, in not
too many pages, someone is going to dispatch the miserable son of a bitch with a shovel. That's the spirit
of Christmas yet to come in these parts. Ho, ho, ho.
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