2.5 stars. I apologize, folks. I just wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Christmas quite yet. So I just had to dive into this smutty version of the Dicken’s classic. Marley and Cratchit like you’ve never seen before. And the Christmas cheer was bountiful. Like uncomfortably bountiful. Like those ghosts could’ve been mistaken for tripods. And our lead, Ellie, took it all like a champ. Like literally took it all. All of those spectral appendages. And they made me pay for all her misdeeds. Like, with sex. You get it. Unpaid wages, mandatory overtime, taking advantage of unpaid interns, and other such atrocities all brought to term by some horndog Casper types. Ellie seemed to enjoy it though, so I’m not sure that she was taught a lesson. Like if Briana Banks from the early 2000s spanked me for stealing from my daughter’s piggy bank, would that teach me anything? Nope, I’d just do it again in a microsecond. Now that I think about it, I’d probably be encouraged to rob a bank to see how she’d reward me. So Ellie is used up and filled with ectoplasm, or whatever the proper term is for ghost goo and she goes on to have a Merry Christmas. Albeit, one with her walking with a bit of a shimmy after this adventure. Let’s just all be thankful that the author didn’t have some sexually aggressive version of Tiny Tim in here. Not sure my brain could’ve handled it. The moral of the story is clear though…do bad things and you will be rewarded. “God bless us, everyone.”