Hey! Here comes almost the middle, but it was so short, because, well, I was watching the defeat of true winners, so yes Argentyna vs France. And let's leave this winning without a comment...
But anyway I wish you nice time while reading and have a good start in new week (for me not so nice it would be) ;)

Radar came back to firestation after he almost turned the lantern into a mess of glass, but somehow the wood thing survived this huge fall. Sam didn't know what to do with misterious lantern from noone, at first he wanted to turn it back, however something told him the lantern was in right place here.

But what magical had to happen later when moonlight from Sam's living room's window fall on the glass of lantern. The cold wind blow and immediately everything had stopped. Like by magic. And by a moment Sam wished he wouldn't have been alone right at this peculiar moment.
But he was and that was probably one of many reasons why he thought he went crazy from this grief and lonely time when he saw someone face in the corner of window.
It was her, her eyes like a deer, her hair like a small touch of sunshine, but she was pale like that night when Sam had seen her last time.

"Penny? It is you?" Sam asked confused and petriefied to the bones. It was so unreal and impossible that he wasn't sure he wasn't dreaming. And telling her name the first time from so long, made something in him broke once again, but in diffrent way. Like it was suppossed to free and be letting go out. "How is possible?"

"It is only in your head" he heard the answer. But it wasn't Penny's voice and it wasn't also her as the person started to changing and when the last letter of sentence reached Sam's ears, his eyes opened wider than anyone had thought human's eyes could open.

"Wh... What are you?" Sam asked more and more petrified. And belive himself or not, but he could have screamed like in this scary moments in childers films.

"Not what, but more precisely, who" answered a high school aged looking ghoust boy, but his head was on fire. And his light white ropes didn't make it easier to look at him, especially in almost total darkness all around. "I am Lumeo Ignite Gabas-Ra Hermes Torch" he, let's accept it was rather him than her, introduced himself on one shallow breath. "But everyone is calling me Light" he added with such pure joy like only Christmas could bring. But not for Sam he couldn't get infected by it, not after what had touched him this year.

"Everyone?" Sam asked like a fish sending air bubbles into the water.

"You're really should keep more respect to Christmas stories. I am the sender of good Christmas magic" he announced like it was the most obvious thing on the world. "Nothing rings?"

"Nothing" Sam finally got himself back together.

"Then" he crossed his hands on his chest. "I must delighten you before we start" he took a seat onone of armchairs and look back at Sam's confused face. "In short, long time ago, when the world was still standing at the beginning of the road. Some people landed alone before the magic time of the end of the year, but magic didn't like it, so magic decided it is important to send us, good ghousts, inside some house to fill it back with memories of that lost souls" he explained quickly, then, in the blink of an eye, Light grabbed Sam's wrist and pulled it to touch the lantern. "Now rime for a journey" Light sang and all around Sam fall into the dark.