Second Wind

Christmas Ghost

I am the Christmas Ghost
I haunt the end of year
I am a chill in the air
A creak on the stair
A feeling 'something's there'.

I'm a frisson of fright
I'm a shiver of fear
Or a face seen in the fire.

I dim your Christmas candles
I'm the spectre at your feast.
But when nights are dark
It's cold outside
And you're huddled round the fire
Someone will always invite me in
With a call for a ghastly tale.

So why do you summon the Christmas Ghost
To blunt your Christmas cheer?
It's hard for a spirit to know men's minds
But I guess it's something like this:

I'm a hint there's more than you can know
I'm hint of a life beyond
I'm a hint of things as they were before
I'm a hint of bygone times.

I join you up with those long gone
The ones you've loved and lost
But most of all I'm a good excuse
For a huddle round the fire.