The man raised his hand and pointed onward.
“You’re about to show me shadows of the things that have not yet happened, but will happen. Is that right?”
The man slightly inclined his head and continued to point.
Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump
This last ghost needs to clean out his ears! Total. Loser.
“President of the Future,” Trump said, “I am confident that the future only shows great things, the greatest things. I am prepared for what you will show me. Lead on!”
The figure pointed once more, and Trump turned in the direction the apparition indicated. As he turned, he found himself no longer in the White House, but on a busy street sidewalk in a major city. People were going about their day, working, shopping, chatting. Everyone seemed to be in a cheerful and pleasant mood, and somewhere in the distance, Trump could hear birds singing.
“Good day to be alive, isn’t it? And a good day to be proud to be an American, I’d say!” said one person to another.
“It certainly is!” the other responded. “Things are looking up with our President! He’s certainly turned things around! I can’t think of a time other than right this moment when there was no internal strife within the country at all and everyone genuinely gets along.”
“Haha! Ain’t that the truth?”
Trump turned about on the silent specter. “See, I told you! The future is fantastic! Clearly, I was a fantastic President! I fixed everything. Didn’t you hear them praising the President? Me!”
The ghost turned and pointed toward what appeared to be a television screen, except that it was paper thin and set flush with the exterior wall of a storefront building. On the screen was a news reporter.
“—and here is a portion of what President Chris Christie said earlier today at the El Paso-Juarez border with Mexico.”
The feed cut to an elderly Chris Christie, perhaps in his seventies and rather quite svelte, speaking to a gathered crowd. “Today, we celebrate the continuing partnership we enjoy with our neighbors to the south. There is no greater bond than that of the people of Mexico and the United States.
Donald J. Trump @realDonaldTrump
That traitor Christie looked better when he was fat. JUST SAYING!
Trump turned away from the screen. “Okay, this is considerably farther in the future than I thought. But Christie is just benefiting from my policies. My big, beautiful wall (that Mexico paid for). Spirit, take me to the Mexican border!”
With a sweeping gesture, the ghost waved his hand and suddenly the two were standing in a wide open space, desert in all directions. No man-made structures at all.
“No, Spirit. I told you to take me to the Mexican border. This can’t be the border, because my wall isn’t here.”
The spirit continued to say nothing, but pointed once again. Trump turned to see a small plaque sitting by itself in the barren wasteland. Trump cautiously approached it, and as he came nearer, he could read what it said: “WELCOME TO MEXICO.” And below that: “BIENVENIDOS A MEXICO.” Trump then ran to the opposite side of the sign and read, “WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES. BIENVENIDO A LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS.”
“No. It can’t be! Spirit! What does this mean?”
Find out what happens next in A Presidents Day Carol now available in paperback and ebook!