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I had a visit last night, from the ghost of Christmas past.
That took me back in time.
As I was a bird in the sky,
I looked up to see in detail what the ghost looked like.
The ghost was a baby.
I kind of figured that,
he was wearing a babies hat,
with a blue binky in his mouth.
He began to fly over a familiar house.
As I looked closer I saw a pool, and realized it was my uncles house.
For a baby he was quite strong,
as he through me in front of the house on the lawn,
I looked at my reflection through a melted puddle,
 and saw I was young again.
I saw the moon ring on my finger, which meant,
I was nine again,which meant it was 2006.
I got off and brushed the cold snow off of me, and walked inside the house.
I saw all my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, siblings, and mom 
all young again, with a hundred less wrinkles and a lot more smiles this time.
We all laughed played games and had fun, 
then my dad came and took my siblings and I to his side of the family,
with everyone happy and young looking.
Next thing I know I guess it was time to go,
because in a blink of an eye I was back home.

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