Thursday, December 23, 2021

A Christmas poem for 2021

He stared out through the frosted glass

At falling flakes of white,

Distracted by the dazzling strings

Of twinkling Christmas lights.


He forced a smile of happiness 

Despite his hidden fears.

He wished and hoped for normalcy

And tried to hold his tears.


They came back every holiday.

He had nowhere to hide. 

The pale ones, whiter than the snow

With souls that hell denied.


The little boy of ten years old

Could never quite explain

How he could see the evil things

Without sounding insane.


His mother and his father, they

Could never understand

And so he didn’t tell them of

The ghosts of Christmas land.


With silent steps they trudged the streets,

Feet dragging on the ground.

Their empty stares and evil glares,

While making not a sound.


A watchful canine stared and barked

The pale man didn’t stop

He passed right through the guard dog, who 

immediately dropped


The young child gasped and stepped away.

The creatures turned their heads.

All monsters stared in unison,

The legion of the dead.


The spirits came through solid walls

The nightmares from a dream.

Their pitch black eyes and soulless grins;

The child lacked breath to scream.


Each one of them went in the child,

Possessing the young boy.

His thoughts and feelings slipped away

No fear. No love. No joy.


The morning came on Christmas Day.

No haunts that one could see

With even steps, he walked the hall

Towards the Christmas tree.


His parents handed him a gift

Expecting his delight.

Both gasped as he stared back at them

With eyes as black as night.

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