Ghosts of Christmas past continue their haunting.
One after the other
I consume all spirits that visit.
As fleeting flakes of snow
leave momentary traces
this night can not last forever.
In Christmas present
I awake to find myself
still wrapped
in the memory of you.
Blinded by tinsel tipped trees
and gripped by garland
I lost
my chance to see
a Christmas in the future
and just who I will be.
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