Book Six: Chapter 36

He was standing in an apartment, but didn’t recognize it. All around, he could see Christmas decorations, old school metallic tinsel and a tree decorated with bubbling lights. Based on the wood paneling and the record player churning out Bing Crosby, his best guess was that he was in the eighties.

“I’ve seen stranger things,” he muttered. Movement behind the tree caught his eye when a little boy of about three emerged from beneath the pine branches. He was pushing a toy car on the floor, making vroom sounds with his mouth.

The boy looked up and through Mike. It was amazing how much he looked like Callisto. So it wasn’t the eighties, but the mid-nineties. The decor hadn’t been updated was all.

“Ooh, spooky. My childhood.” Mike dragged out the words and waggled his fingers. Turning around, he was pleased to find the spirit behind him. Christmas Past sat on a nearby side table like a demented Elf on a Shelf. “Okay, I’ve seen the Christmas specials. You show me my past