Christmas Future

Christmas Future

The phantom dressed in black, hovered by the fireplace
Year of our Lord 2030 was closing out at last
Closing with the shop with New Year’s business                  
My friends are here with me for festivities and champagne 
The spirit intruded our conversations and celebration
Took me rudely with a skeletal hand with no excuses
Abruptly pinched my wrist and spirited me through the window
I told him I’m in my 80’s, too old to fly, too young to die 
He flew me any way, to the local cemetery plot in sad disgrace
My name was etched upon the cold rock face before me
I smiled, though knowing that was wrong to do
Since firing all my employees, with no word, no reason
To send them out to freeze at Christmas season
Is the reason I am here, in this awful mess
I smiled because the name upon the tombstone was not exactly mine 
They misspelled my name, which is not a crime, but
That makes them idiots without a doubt
I guess I have one more year to live, correct?
Or until the end of time before I die to make things right
Since the government makes all tombstones in the region
We know how incompetent they can be
The spirit of Christmas future will have to find another job
He might start by learning how to spell 
Along with government officials, before they send me off to hell

Created on 12/15/14 for – “Christmas Past, Present or Future” Poetry Contest
Theme - "Christmas Future"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Meier-Hans Avatar
December 16, 2014 at 11:20 AM
I find it more humorous then dark. I love how you call them idiots. I do agree with Jan though, I can think of better futures.
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December 16, 2014 at 12:41 PM
Hi Brenda, Thank you for commenting. Glad you liked it. I wanted to get away from the syrupy sweet Christmassy treats concept for a change. It is sort of a Christmas with a twist. Have a great day. Earl
Allison Avatar
December 15, 2014 at 5:05 PM
ooh deep dark and it sure isn't my idea of Christmas - good luck in the contest:-) hugs Jan xxx
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December 15, 2014 at 5:48 PM
Hi Jan, In the Scrooge story, the death spirit is the last visitor sent to change Scrooge from his bad ways. I just created a twisted twist to the story. The poor old man gets to live on into the future because of a government mistake and a typo. Just something a little silly for the contest. Thanks for commenting. Take care. Earl
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