• My Heart is froze, as the wind it blows, winter to this land.

    You warmed my soul, like the fire, I would stay by Christmas night.

    You were the angel, whom would sit, atop my Christmas tree, but alas you have flown away, disrupting this beautiful Harmony.

    The Ghost of Christmas Past, has now come to my door, bring back all my old pain, which strikes me to the floor.

    The Ghost of Christmas Present, he is now up next, brings back the pain of losing you, the reason I write, this pain filled text.

    The Ghost of Christmas Future, it is all that’s left, its boney hand grasps my soul, and begins to rip it, from my chest.

    But I remember how to love, and relies why I’m here, all I want is you to be happy, I really need not fear.

    The Ghosts they flee, and run away, from this holy light, I see now, and understand the reason for my plight.

    All I wanted was for you to smile, I just lost this thought along the way, for you to smile all your life, for this ideal, I shall pray.

    Finally Christmas has come back, its meaning I have learned, I understand its reason, and my soul…It has returned.