On the forth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

"Scary Ghost Stories and Tales of the Glories..."

One of the Christmas traditions that has confused me the most this season involved that line from the song "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." What do ghost stories have to do with Christmas? I have no idea.
I love Dicken's classic "A Christmas Carol" which is both a ghost story and a Christmas story. And, ironically enough, Santa brought me a book about South Carolina ghost stories this year. If anyone has thoughts, please share them. Until then, I will share with you one of my favorite ghost stories that came out of Savannah, GA:

A woman who lived to the age of 103 years was transferred to a personal care facility at the hospital. There she was given a call beeper to be worn around her neck so she could call the nurse at any time. The woman had a wry but gentile sense of humor, and quickly became a favorite of the staff. She unfortunately passed away due to natural causes shortly after arriving, however, expiring peacefully in her sleep.
Her son came to the hospital to collect her personal effects. Included with her items was her beeper, since technically it was the property of the personal car service which as stationed at the hospital, and not the property of the hospital itself. The son slipped the beeper into his jacket pocket and left the room, which locked behind him. Halfway down the hall, he realized he had forgotten his umbrella in her room. He tried to find someone in charge with no success. Not finding anyone to help him, he finally remembered the call beeper. He pressed it once, and when nothing happened for several minutes he pressed it again. Frustrated, he walked a short distance down the hall, hoping to find someone there who could unlock the door. It was then he heard a commotion coming from the direction of his departed mother's room.
Two personal care nurses were standing in front of her door, both with keys. They were arguing. As we walked back to them, he overheard their conversation:
"Look, she died. There's no way she could press the call button."
"Well, I'm not going in. You go in there, she's your patient."
"I'm not going in. As soon as she dies, she's not my patient anymore. You check on the dead lady."
The son laughed so hard that tears streamed down his cheeks and he decided that the loss of the umbrella was worth letting his mother have one more good joke on the hospital staff.