The ghosts of Christmas past
Wandered by my tree just now
A cup of tea in hand, I stopped
To admire the sweetness of the nearly trimmed tree
And there you were
My Mommy and Daddy
Young and shiny, hopeful as when
On Christmas morning I’d open the presents
You’d saved to buy.
Hoping I’d love your gifts
and be filled with safety by them
The toys, the skates, the dolls
You never had, but longed to give
In absolute good heartedness,
Unselfish joy wrapped into every box.
I longed to make you happy in return.
So here I sit alone with you long gone
And this tree that seems to have the power
To reach across the years, wondering
Will I be the ghost of Christmas past for my children
As you are for me?
I want to thank you from my deepest place
For the seeds of joy planted long ago
That sprout anew each December
When others rail against
The crass commercialism
And the artificial snow
I see none of that.
I hear instead the carols sung off key
Together by the fire
See the glow of candles
Hear the bells ring out across the cold, crisp air
Smell the incense Christmas morning
Feel the laughter and the love
That poured from your kind hearts
In hopes of making Christmas memorable.
Well you succeeded.
Better than you know
© Cathy Cash Spellman/The Wild Harp & Co., Inc.