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.