“I am the Ghost of Christmas Past.”
“Long Past?” inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.
“No. Your past.”
Let the eerily festive aroma of snow-dusted balsam, fir trees & eucalyptus leaves take you on a trip through your past.
“Long Past?” inquired Scrooge: observant of its dwarfish stature.
“No. Your past.”
Let the eerily festive aroma of snow-dusted balsam, fir trees & eucalyptus leaves take you on a trip through your past.