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The Ghost ofChristmas Past
The Ghost of Christmas past was here
With memories of yester-year.
I felt his presence Christmas Eve
And hoped in earnest he'd not leave
From childhood the visions came
As through a magic window pane.
The tree, the lights, the nervous wait
And how I tried to stay awake
To catch a glimpse of ole Saint Nick
When down the chimney he would slip.
But long before the sleigh arrived
My vigil lost to heavy eyes.
Then in the hours of pre dawn
A blink, a stretch and then a yawn
I scrambled from my bed to see
What Santa Clause had left for me.
With every slow but anxious step
Down creaky wooden stairs I crept
But I tread lightly as a mouse
So not to wake our sleeping house
Then from the staircase I could see
The treasures Santa left for me.
A wind up train and cowboy hat,
A pair of skates and baseball bat.
Ah yes, the ghost of Christmas past
Stirs memories that seem to last.
They take us back to yester-year
And Christmases that we hold dear.
Howard G, Yates
©12/22/2007
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