in not many days the Spirits of Christmas will reappear
one wonders how they pass the other seasons in the year
you can feel their approach in the lessening of light
as sharply featured landscapes fade into shapeless night
there's a scurrying emerging from somewhere behind the walls
and echoes are resounding in the cellars and the halls
you think you hear footsteps but you know there's no one near
it's always hard to disregard these hearkenings of fear
one shivers and shudders from a host of haunted feelings
as glances from headlights cast mutant slideshows on the ceilings
my but it's the most, dusting the shadows and living with ghosts!
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