A World Without MonicaIt was Evening; the last embers of the fire were just burning out sending a rich smell of smoke wafting around the room. The Four stockings were lined up over the Fireplace and their shadows were cast over the floor. Snow lay thick and fast on the ledge outside and covered all of Springfield. It was Christmas Eve.Monica Simpson stretched out in her armchair and sighed. She loved Christmas but this one wasnt going so well yet. She had fought with Maggie about who was first to try Marges homemade Christmas cookies, are rare treat that the Family got only got on Christmas day.The tree stood tall and proud standing by the Window w