The Ghost Of Christmas Past Poem by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell

Cold, miserable rainy weather

the backdropp of a hollow scenery

which replaces a once much adored

seasonal festivities



Limp, lifeless tress

needlessly decorated

presents as almost meaningless

as any cards sent

to any recipents



An atmosphere to make the most optimistic soul

despondent

for excitement has well & truly left

this occassion

taking with it

the festive merriment



Christmas is truly dead

and that what is seen

on December 25th

is but a mere ghost

of what once was

memories from the past

of each christmas day

of delightful celebrations.