Christmas Ghosts

The ghosts of Christmas past

Are spectres at the feast;

The memories amassed,

But sadly now deceased.

 

Ghostly Christmas presence,

On whom we reminisce,

Opening the presents

As if nothing’s amiss.

 

Looking to the future,

And specially our kids,

It’s a daunting picture;

The world is on the skids.

 

With vicious little wars,

And it’s not hard to spot,

This planet we adore’s

Environment is shot.

 

So the Christmas present

We give to them today,

Isn’t half as pleasant

As those of yesterday.

 

Presents in the future

Will need to turn this round;

Renovating nature,

A worldwide battleground.

◄ Love Is Cruel

Cold Misty Morning ►

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