Ghosts of Christmas Past?
they're never past
they linger in the hall
a scent unseen
a sight unheard, a laugh unlaughed
unwrapping revelries they made
when they had form.
Some were torn
away too soon and swept too far
still hearing laughing cries not sudden tears
And once each year
they show their hidden smiles
smoky, floating, gone but smiling still
Laugh? perhaps they will,
make a sudden joke, a flame
leap up, or old remembered song
a new dance will begin
free from old sins.
A Very Merry Christmas, A Happy New Year and additional Happy Holidays of Any Variety Not Previously Mentioned
to all my pixelated internet friends and readers who make this world a little brighter with their own
ability to shine
This is as cheerful as I get, folks. Enjoy.
All photos from the author's files