A Christmas Carol

Oh the Ghosts, Oh the Ghosts!!! The Ghosts of Christmas shall haunt the wicked They shall haunt the bitter and sorrowful decrepit creatures Your hunched back and wallet will be no shield For the three ghosts of the Christmas past I Sir am the ghost of the Christmas past Fear not I shall do yee no harm That, you have already done upon your own wicked soul Yes, that is you, as a young man, full of piss and vinegar as they say Oh I know, you young ones then called it love, sore sight that was I sir am the ghost of the Christmas present Fear not, the bitter cause their own harm, not I for sure They seethe within their own discontent and folly The chains you hear old scrooge, are not mine They are the irons that chain your heart to the wheel of wealth I sir am the ghost of Christmas future Fear not, for there is hope for all mankind Even you, who counts coins like lovers count kisses When you wake, you shall remember not, all these wise illusionary dreams Old scrooge, the gift of mercy shall bestow a last grasp at happiness, take yee hold!!! The most festive of December days, the sun rose in the cold brisk air Scrooge awoke, and the inexplicable sound of laughter filled his dreary bedroom Pure unadulterated joy from the grumpiest of old men The maid fled in fear, what insanity must have possessed this bitter old lard Ah but happiness was indeed in the air On with his topcoat and hat, nary a moment to ponder Of he went to his secretary’s house Carol, Carol !!!! He exclaimed, yes, I am not mad not crazy nor insane, open the door! Possessed maybe, but only of joy, that I, the one so filled with animosity Now I see, by the grace of the god, the love before my very eyes!!! Well Carol and Scrooge passed a very Merry Christmas indeed!!!!! Notes: This take of “A Christmas Carol” is from fond memories as a child, when our Dad “made” us watch this movie over the years! Blessed are those with such fond childhood memories of Christmas!