Ghost Christmas
To set a table rich and full
To see the faces old and new
Of age and sickness and weary life
Of ghost and spirit and dead brought
life
Ghost Christmas, table full
The dead departed
One and all
My heart grows weary, life blood slow
Soon I shall sit on the table so.
To feast on shadows, shades of wine
Of sweats and treats and rotted meat
Of Christmas hours, the candles speak
For Christmas ghosts dine at every table
Feasting on joy and future graces
A hallowed guest, a whispered sigh
Of Christmas ghosts we cant deny
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