Ghosts

 Christmas is the time for visiting Christmas' past.

Looking through old photos, baby girl on knee.

Where have the years gone?

So small and sweet, anticipating what is to come.

Anxious to wake up and find Santa, or gifts, or

Catch the reindeer flying off.

The Christmas where every night we drove to find

The star rising up between day and night.

Watching the light fade.

The time we almost hit the snowbank and didn't make

It to the church in order to sing, Hark the herald.

So empty that night.

And here it comes again, can we once more find,

The anticipation rising, the wonder of waiting?

The joy of the season.