{"id":3654,"date":"2019-12-08T06:44:23","date_gmt":"2019-12-08T06:44:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=3654"},"modified":"2019-12-08T06:44:23","modified_gmt":"2019-12-08T06:44:23","slug":"a-goddess-carol","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/a-goddess-carol\/","title":{"rendered":"A Goddess Carol"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>It was late at night on Goddess Marquesa\u2019s first Christmas Eve in her new Florida home, and she surveyed her parlor, decked out for the holiday, as she prepared for bed. For a time she had worried that her change of address would be confusing, but those fears had not proven true. Looking beneath her brightly decorated tree, she saw that her loyal slaves had sent her even more gifts than the year before. Boxes were piled in festive disarray, awaiting Christmas morning when the Goddess would open them lovingly and bask in the adoration of her worshipers.<\/p>\n

Yawning contentedly, she shut the lights and withdrew to her bedroom. Laying her head on her pillow, she began to drift off. All of a sudden, a clanking noise startled her from drowsiness.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d she demanded, rising to a sitting position and turning on her bedside lamp.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is I,\u201d said the mournful voice of a shimmering spirit, standing at the foot of her bed, \u201cthe ghost of your departed slave!\u201d The silvery apparition was that of an elderly man, stooped and balding, covered from head to toe in chains.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you, and why are you in chains?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you not recognize me?\u201d the ghost asked. \u201cI lived much of my life as your slave. These chains are the ones you forged for me, they keep me bound in death as they did in life. Look closely, can you not see who I am?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026sorry,\u201d Goddess Marquesa answered, shaking her head. \u201cI hadn\u2019t heard of any of my slaves passing away. But you must excuse me, there have been so many of you\u2026,\u201d her voice trailed off as she shrugged in mild embarrassment.<\/p>\n

\u201cI do not have much time,\u201d the spirit said. \u201cI have been sent to tell you that you will be visited by three spirits tonight. Heed them well!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThree spirits? Does that include you? So two more?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026not including me\u2026so three more\u2026four altogether\u2026\u201d the spirit mumbled, becoming confused.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay\u2026so should I get dressed? Are these spirits allergic to cats? This is rather short notice\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHeeeed wellllll!\u201d the spirit moaned, fading slowly into insubstantial mist.<\/p>\n

\u201cWeird,\u201d Goddess Marquesa remarked. As she was about to lie back down and go back to sleep, a flash of light shone in her room, and a young woman appeared in a white robe.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the Ghost of Christmas Past,\u201d the spirit announced. \u201cTake my hand and I will show you shadows of things that once were.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure. I don\u2019t have to work tomorrow,\u201d Goddess Marquesa answered. Taking the spirit\u2019s hand, she felt a sharp tug, and with a flash of light both Goddess Marquesa and the spirit were transported from the Goddess\u2019s Florida home to a high school classroom, brightly decorated for the holiday season.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you recognize where we are?\u201d the Ghost of Christmas Past asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is my homeroom during senior year of high school,\u201d Goddess Marquesa answered. \u201cAnd there I am! Hey! Hey it\u2019s me! Look over here, blondie!\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

The younger Goddess was alone in the classroom, wearing a tight-fitting red sweater and a short, candy-cane striped skirt. White woolen leggings clung tightly to her calves and thighs, revealing their exquisite shape. A short \u201cSanta hat\u201d was perched jauntily on the side of her blonde locks. She clasped a stack of books against her shapely breasts, and was looking at the only other person in the room, an older man standing behind a large aluminum-alloy desk. The teenage Godddess made no response to her older self\u2019s greeting.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe can\u2019t hear you,\u201d the ghost explained. \u201cThese are but shadows of things past, we cannot talk with them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is that behind the desk?\u201d asked the Goddess.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you not recognize him? He was your homeroom teacher, Mr. Cratchit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh!\u201d the Goddess interjected, remembering.<\/p>\n

\u201cMerry Christmas, Mr. Cratchit,\u201d the teenage Goddess said breathily to her teacher. Though not as volcanically seductive as her older self, the younger Goddess exuded an air of sensual delight and temptation. Mr. Cratchit became immediately flustered on realizing that he was alone in the room with this particular student.<\/p>\n

\u201cH\u2026h\u2026hello,\u201d Mr. Cratchit stammered, \u201cclass won\u2019t start for another ten minutes. How can I help you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI have this little bet with my friend Michelle,\u201d the younger Goddess cooed, flashing an irresistibly charming smile, \u201cI wonder if you can help settle it for me.\u201d Moving slowly and sinuously, the teenage Goddess hoisted herself onto Mr. Cratchit\u2019s desk, laying her books off to one side so that her hands were free. She settled herself so that her legs were stretched out provocatively to give Mr. Cratchit a view of their full length and lovely contours.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss\u2026M\u2026M\u2026Miss\u2026.This is not appropriate\u2026\u201d Cratchit began to protest, struggling to find his composure.<\/p>\n

\u201cRelax!\u201d the teenage Goddess directed, pushing against Mr. Cratchit\u2019s midrift so that he fell backward into his chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cP\u2026p\u2026please!\u201d Cratchit yelped weakly.<\/p>\n

Teenage Goddess Marquesa ignored the older man\u2019s pleas and leaned forward, putting her lips inches from his. \u201cDo you think I\u2019m pretty, Mr. Cratchit?\u201d she breathed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026I\u2026hadn\u2019t thought about it\u2026\u201d muttered the teacher, his breathing labored.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a lie,\u201d Teenage Marquesa said, chuckling. \u201cI see the way you look at me in class. You can\u2019t keep your eyes off my legs\u2026my tits.\u201d On this last word Teenage Marquesa kissed Mr. Cratchit. His resistance broken, he slumped in his chair and yielded to her allure, eyes closed in rapture. When she felt his will break, the Teenage Goddess withdrew from the kiss and placed her lips next to Cratchit\u2019s left ear. \u201cListen to me,\u201d she whispered, \u201cyou are feeling very relaxed\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

For several minutes Teenage Marquesa whispered into her homeroom teacher\u2019s ear. Finally, the bell rang signaling the beginning of school. Teenage Marquesa quickly pushed off the teacher\u2019s desk, collected her books, and took a seat behind her student\u2019s desk as other young people began filing into the room.<\/p>\n

A tall, attractive brunette came in and took a seat next to the young Goddess. \u201cHi Michelle,\u201d Teenage Marquesa said, \u201cMerry Christmas. Today you are going to owe me that $10 you bet me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh yeah?\u201d Michelle grunted. \u201cI am much hotter than you, and you know it. Everyone knows it, even Mr. Cratchit. That was the bet, wasn\u2019t it? Do you want to ask him? I dare you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t have to,\u201d Teenage Marquesa replied, smiling.<\/p>\n

\u201cQuiet down, please class!\u201d Mr. Cratchit ordered as the bell rang announcing the start of homeroom, his voice and manner oddly stilted and foggy. \u201cI have the quizzes that you took last week,\u201d he continued in flat tones, \u201cToday I am going to do something a bit different. Rather than handing them back in alphabetical order, I have placed them in order of what I feel is each student\u2019s attractiveness, hottest student first, biggest dog last.\u201d<\/p>\n

Picking up the pile of quizzes on his desk, he shuffled through them until he found a particular paper. This he handed to the young Goddess Marquesa, eliciting a broad grin from her and an angry snort of disgust from Michelle. A titter of scandalized laughter went through the class, and rose in intensity as Cratchit continued to hand back papers, moving robotically. The very last paper went to Michelle.<\/p>\n

\u201cAaargh!!!\u201d Michelle screamed, snatching the quiz paper angrily from the teacher\u2019s hand and tearing it to shreds before running furiously from the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow\u2026I forgot all about this.\u201d the grownup Goddess remarked, \u201cMichelle really was a total bitch even back when we were in high school.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Ghost of Christmas Past shook her head, and speaking in sad tones, said: \u201cMichelle never forgot this day, nor did Mr. Cratchit. He almost lost his job over this incident\u2026and never recovered from his obsession with you. Do you see the effect your activities have had now? Do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere was no need for him to suffer if he was obsessed with me,\u201d the Goddess protested, \u201cAnyone who wants to see or hear me only has to go to Goddessmarquesa.com.\u00a0 If I had known, I would have sent him some files to ease his pain, for old time\u2019s sake.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, you did,\u201d the ghost said. \u201cThat is to say, he spent lavishly on your trance products over the years, never able to get enough of your voice or image.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee!\u201d exclaimed the Goddess. \u201cNo harm, no foul. Speaking of which, could we go back and get my iPhone and see this scene again? This would make a great Christmas-themed trance video!\u201d<\/p>\n

The ghost wrinkled her eyebrows in frustration and shook her head again disconsolately. \u201cYou fail to understand the lesson! No matter! There are two spirits yet to visit you! Come!\u201d<\/p>\n

Taking Goddess Marquesa\u2019s hand, the ghost closed her eyes and snapped her fingers. A light flashed, and the Goddess was once again standing in her bedroom in Florida. The Ghost of Christmas Past was gone, but a large, bearded man wearing a green robe and holly wreath on his head was standing next to her bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHo-ho!\u201d laughed the giant. \u201cI am the Ghost of Christmas Present. I have come to show you what you have done to the world around us this very day!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh well,\u201d replied the Goddess, shrugging. \u201cIn for a penny, so to speak\u2026 should we use my car or yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need no cars!\u201d chuckled the ghost. Extending his hand, he barked, \u201cWe travel the astral plane! Come!\u201d<\/p>\n

The Goddess took the ghost\u2019s hand and felt the same sharp tug, followed by a flash of light. All of a sudden she and the ghost were thousands of feet in the air, flying swiftly over a darkened seaside landscape.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cFlying north along the eastern seaboard of what you mortals call the \u2018United States.\u2019 There is a family I want you to see below, but first we go to the North Pole!\u201d<\/p>\n

As the pair flew along, Goddess Marquesa could see occasional bright shafts of light erupt from the ground below and pierce the sky, bejeweling the landscape like the flashing lights of a terrestrial fireworks display. \u201cWhat are those lights?\u201d she asked her ghostly escort.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve given you the Mystic Sight, so that you may see your effect on the world!\u201d the spirit explained. \u201cEach burst of light arises at the moment when a man or woman orgasms while fantasizing about you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow,\u201d Goddess Marquesa sighed as the fireworks below continued unabated and across the globe from horizon to horizon, \u201cthat is something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026\u201d the ghost remarked, shaking his head, \u201cit is shocking!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShocking?\u201d the Goddess jeered. \u201cHave you looked at me? Listened to my voice? Is there anything resembling an actual crankshaft under that green robe of yours, or are you all \u2018astral plane\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

The ghost gave an embarrassed cough. Looking down, he said, \u201cAh! We\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Below the pair a vast expanse of white extended, in the midst of which was a large wooden house built in Dutch Baroque style. A red-and-green banner flew from its roof, announcing it as the residence of Santa Claus. Disembodied, the ghost and the Goddess flew in through a window on the second floor. They entered a bedchamber in which a gray-haired older woman was standing in front of what appeared to be a locked door. Goddess Marquesa guessed that this must be Mrs. Claus.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you all right in there, sweetie? You have been in there a long time!\u201d<\/p>\n

When no answer came from the door, Mrs. Claus shook her head and went about chores in the bedroom- laying out Santa\u2019s read suit, dusting off his hat. The Ghost of Christmas Present gestured for Goddess Marquesa to follow him, and they both pressed their ears against the bathroom door.<\/p>\n

From within could be heard the faint sound of a voice coming from an electronic device. Goddess Marquesa made to ask a question of her ghost escort, but he raised a finger to his lips and gestured for her to listen. Straining her ears, she could faintly make out her own voice saying the words, \u201cLegs\u2026.legs\u2026my leeeeeegs,\u201d followed by her own rich laughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cSanta is watching \u2018Goddess Marquesa Controls You!\u2019\u201d she proclaimed, recognizing the video soundtrack.<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly!\u201d agreed the Ghost of Christmas Present. The pair continued eavesdropping. After a few minutes, in which the low murmur of the video continued to emit from the bathroom, the bedroom was filled with light, beaming from the floor up through the ceiling and to the sky beyond.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere cums Santa Claus,\u201d Goddess Marquesa quipped.<\/p>\n

A sound of a toilet flushing came from behind the door, then a sink running. A few moments later Santa emerged, his cheeks flushed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat were you up to in there?\u201d Mrs. Claus asked. \u201cYou\u2019re late for the sleigh!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026.er\u2026.a little indigestion,\u201d Santa stammered. \u201cAll better now. On Dancer! On Prancer! Tell Rudolph to stop all the reindeer games! Ho-ho-ho!\u201d Somewhat disoriented, he began to search about the room for his coat and hat.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome, let us depart this place,\u201d the ghost directed, reaching for Goddess Marquesa\u2019s hand. Once again they were airborne, this time flying south.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you see now?\u201d the ghost asked as he and the Goddess winged over Canada. \u201cEven Santa is under your spell!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo?\u201d the Goddess protested. \u201cSanta looked none the worse for wear to me. Besides- his being enslaved is his own fault. If he had just agreed to take Jingletoes off my hands last year, I wouldn\u2019t have had to cage his libido.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmmph,\u201d the ghost grunted in frustration. \u201cThere is one more house I want you to see. It is below.\u201d<\/p>\n

A shaft of light erupted from the modest suburban home as the Goddess and her ghostly escort descended toward it. Floating through an upper-story window, they saw a man sitting in front of a computer with a look of broad contentment on his face and a crumpled tissue in his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou feel completely relaxed and comfortable,\u201d Goddess Marquesa\u2019s voice said from the computer screen. \u201cYou will call me as soon as you are able. Until then, I will see you in your dreams\u2026slave boy!\u201d The image of Goddess Marquesa on the screen faded to the words \u201cEmerald Eyes Enterprises\u201d.<\/p>\n

A knock was heard. Composing himself, the man turned off his computer and went to the door of the study in which he was sitting. Opening it, he saw a small boy.<\/p>\n

\u201cTimmy? It\u2019s past midnight. Why are you still up?\u201d the man asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m thirsty, Daddy,\u201d Timmy answered.<\/p>\n

As the man led his son away to get him a drink, the Ghost of Christmas Present turned to Goddess Marquesa, \u201cDo you know why I led you here?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm\u2026That man looks familiar!\u201d Goddess Marquesa observed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes! He should!\u201d the Ghost of Christmas Present concurred. \u201cHe is Bob Cratchit, the son of your homeroom teacher from high school, Mr. Cratchit! When Mr. Cratchit passed away, his son discovered your old teacher\u2019s trove of Goddess Marquesa files. In this way obsession was passed down from father to son! Do you see now? Do you see?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee what?\u201d Goddess Marquesa asked in irritation. \u201cThat good taste runs in families? I don\u2019t get what you ghosts are driving at.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, well,\u201d the ghost sighed, his normally jolly tone tinged by sorrow, \u201cthere is still one more visitation left. Let us return to your abode.\u201d<\/p>\n

With the touch of his hand the ghost transported Goddess Marquesa back to her own bedroom. Once there, she was no longer in the company of the jolly, green-robed spirit. Instead, a dour, thin figure stood in the center of the room, robed from head to toe in black, the cowl drawn up to conceal its face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose you are the Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come?\u201d the Goddess asked.<\/p>\n

The figure nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right,\u201d Goddess Marquesa said with resignation. \u201cLet\u2019s get this over with!\u201d<\/p>\n

The spirit clasped her hand, a bright light flashed, and all of a sudden the Goddess and the spirit were standing in a high school classroom. In fact, it was the same one that had served as Goddess Marquesa\u2019s homeroom when she had been a teenager. Bright Christmas decorations festooned the walls. The room was empty of all but one person, Mr. Cratchit, seated behind his desk at the front of the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy have you taken me back here? I saw this vision already!\u201d Goddess Marquesa complained. \u201cI thought you were the Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come.\u201d<\/p>\n

The robed specter pointed to a calendar hanging on the wall past Goddess Marquesa\u2019s shoulder. Turning to look, she read the date, \u201cDecember 2039.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c2039?\u201d the Goddess exclaimed in shock. \u201cBut Mr. Cratchit doesn\u2019t look any older!\u201d<\/p>\n

The spirit pointed at the man behind the desk, his bony finger trembling. Understanding, the Goddess looked more closely. The man looked like Mr. Cratchit, but was not the same person. Realization dawned.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this Tiny Tim? Mr. Cratchit\u2019s grandson?\u201d<\/p>\n

The spirit nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, great. I still don\u2019t get it. What are we hear to see?\u201d<\/p>\n

The spirit pointed at the door. A woman appeared in the doorway, wearing a low-cut emerald green satin dress and black stiletto heels. It was the future Goddess Marquesa.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow, I look fabulous,\u201d present-day Goddess Marquesa noted, whistling in admiration.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan I help you?\u201d Tim Cratchit asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m an alumna of this school,\u201d future Goddess Marquesa explained. \u201cI\u2019m in town visiting relatives and thought I\u2019d come back to my old alma mater. This used to be my homeroom. In fact, except for being a bit younger than he was then, you look just like my old homeroom teacher!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was my grandfather,\u201d Tim explained. \u201cWhen I became a teacher I wanted to follow in his footsteps, and so here I am. My name is Tim. Tim Cratchit. Who are you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am the Goddess Marquesa,\u201d the future Goddess Marquesa replied. Smiling, she sidled across the room and seated herself on Tim\u2019s desk, arraying herself so that her shapely legs were stretched out for the young man to appreciate. \u201cYou are even more handsome than your grandfather, Tim. You say you want to follow in your grandfather\u2019s footsteps? Well, he and I were quite close\u2026did you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Tim gulped. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell me,\u201d future Goddess Marquesa inquired, \u201cdo you find me attractive, Tim?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026.I\u2026.I\u2026.\u201d Tim stammered, unable to summon the composure to speak. Future Goddess Marquesa stopped his sputtering with a kiss, then drew her lips to his ear and began whispering her love magic.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this what you wanted me to see?\u201d present-day Goddess Marquesa asked the specter impatiently. \u201cIs this a shadow of things to come, or things that might be? Do you want me to promise not to enslave the third generation of Cratchit men? Will that allow me to get some goddam sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t listen to that asshole,\u201d future Goddess Marquesa said. She had pulled her lips away from Tim Cratchit\u2019s ear, leaving him staring slack-jawed into space.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d present-day Goddess Marquesa asked. \u201cYou can hear me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t hear you,\u201d future Goddess Marquesa said. \u201cI just remember this conversation like it happened yesterday. That idiot should never have brought you to your own future.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d the Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come whined, throwing back his hood to reveal a pale bald head. \u201cFor you this happened twenty years ago!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease!\u201d future Goddess Marquesa said with a sharp laugh, rolling her eyes. \u201cLike I was ever going to forget the night that three spooks took me time traveling. Open his robe, Marquesa! Take a look!\u201d<\/p>\n

Present-day Goddess Marquesa tugged at the left flap of the ghost\u2019s robe, revealing his thin pale body. Underneath he wore nothing but a pair of black silk boxers, in the middle of which was pitched an enormous tent. \u201cYou dog!\u201d present-day Goddess Marquesa exclaimed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe has had a hard-on for you ever since Santa showed him a copy of \u2018Submit to Marquesa,\u2019\u201d future Goddess Marquesa said. \u201cSanta will confess it to you next Christmas. This whole setup was a scam so that he could ogle you in your nightgown.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this true?\u201d said an angry voice as the Ghost of Christmas Past appeared in the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026I\u2026.\u201d the Ghost of Christmas Yet-to-Come mumbled, his pale face turning crimson.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou idiot!\u201d the Ghost of Christmas Present Shouted, materializing next to Goddess Marquesa. \u201cI gave up tickets to a Bolshoi performance of the Nutcracker because you said this was urgent!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut\u2026\u201d Yet-to-Come pleaded, \u201cyou see\u2026.you have to\u2026.I can\u2019t be blamed\u2026.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Chains rattled, and the spirit of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s departed slave appeared. Looking at his shimmering visage, the Goddess recognized him.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Cratchit?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeeees!\u201d the ghost of Mr. Cratchit moaned. \u201cThat bastard Yet-to-Come conned me too! I want revenge!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut, Cratchit!\u201d Yet-to-Come protested, \u201cin twenty years she is going to enslave your grandson!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho cares?\u201d Cratchit said. \u201cIt will do the boy good! I love Goddess Marquesa! I\u2019ve always loved her! I only went along with this for a chance to speak to her again. And you almost got me to betray her!\u201d<\/p>\n

The three enraged spirits advanced with raised fists on Yet-to-Come, who retreated, cowering. As they were about to seize him, future Goddess Marquesa waved, catching present-day Goddess Marquesa\u2019s eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know what to do!\u201d the future Goddess declared.<\/p>\n

Present-day Goddess Marquesa did. \u201cAhem,\u201d she coughed, drawing the attention of the clustered ghosts. \u201cEveryone should just calm down for a moment. Please. Focus your eyes on me. Listen to my voice. Relax\u2026.relaaaaax\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The spirits succumbed to the soothing tones of Goddess Marquesa\u2019s voice. Their eyelids went heavy, they slipped into trance. As present-day Goddess Marquesa hypnotically enslaved (or re-enslaved, in the case of Mr. Cratchit) the meddlesome spirits that had disturbed her Christmas Eve, future Goddess Marquesa drew Tim Cratchit out from behind his desk and pushed him to his knees. As he looked up in adoration, she asked, \u201cWhat do you have to say, Tiny Tim?\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man clasped his hands prayerfully and looked about the room, as if able to sense the presence of the many spirits there. Turning back to his Mistress, he intoned: \u201cGoddess bless us, everyone\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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Merry Christmas!<\/p>\n

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Remember to shop at Goddessmarquesa.com and Ladymesmer.com for all your Christmas gifts!<\/p>\n

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