T'Was This Ghost Of Christmas Past
As a cold wind blows, the hour comes fast,
to a time when Christmas, will be part of the past.
With no tree of lights, and no gifts to bear,
a man sits alone, as a chill fills the air.
His fire gives no warmth, and his blanket none as well.
He knows only this night, was once a story to tell.
One of happiness and song, with all the family there.
With these days now gone, He ponders as to why he should care.
None come to see him, and his home is in disarray.
The phone no longer rings, he feels they forgot the way,
and trying hard as he may, with all of ...