Once upon a time, there was an old fuddy-duddy named Matt. Who hated Thanksgiving. He made all his employees work late for him the day before and didn't let a single one of them off early to go home to their families. (hint, hint fellows) That night, his old roommate came to visit him in a vision and said he would be visited by 3 ghosts that night, to show him the real meaning of Thanksgiving.
But like every peckerwood, Matt refused to listen to his old roommate and brushed off the vision as nothing but a bad dream caused by his current roommate's lack of cleaning the dishes. (those things are getting white moldy now)
Matt climbed into his bed and had a peaceful rest that night... until the clock struck One......
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