I am the Christmas Ghost
I haunt the end of year
I am a chill in the air
A creak on the stair
A feeling ‘something’s there’.
I’m a frisson of fright
I’m a shiver of fear
Or a face seen in the fire.
I dim your Christmas candles
I’m the spectre at your feast.
But when nights are dark
It’s cold outside
And you’re huddled round the fire
Someone will invite me in
With a call for a ghostly tale.
So why do you summon the Christmas Ghost
To blunt your Christmas cheer?
It’s hard for a spirit to know men’s minds
But I guess it’s something like this:
I’m a hint there’s more than you can know
I’m hint of a life beyond
I’m a hint of things as they were before
I’m a hint of bygone times.
I join you up with those long gone
The ones you’ve loved and lost
But most of all I’m a good excuse
For a huddle round the fire.
Oooo I love christmas ghost stories!
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Delightful!
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Thanks … glad you liked it.
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I sure did. You are welcome.
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Quite delightful. Love it!
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Thank you
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My pleasure!
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Very nice, and I am not a holiday type person, so it must be good if I kept reading. .Bravo..
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Ho thanks…. ‘Holiday’ is American for Christmas? We take our holidays on a sun bed. Who wouldn’t be a holiday person given the chance. 😀
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Holiday is Christmas Easter Thanksgiving like that. Your holiday is a vacation to us. Forgot we were an international mix. Nice writing can bring us all together..
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Lovely and poignant! I think you might enjoy this post of mine about a not-so-silent Christmas Eve in Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris:
http://www.labeillefrancaise.net/paris-notre-dame-christmas-eve/
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