Now ghosts coming for Christmas is a thing of the past.
But somehow, someway Dickens still lasts.
Halloween stole the tales of things that go boo.
But I'm here to tell you that's not always true.
Can you imagine as a child you're left Home Alone.
Or your son thinks he's an Elf but is fully grown.
These horrors still ring like a bell that gifts wings.
Some people even Die, as Hard as that seems.
Enjoy your own tradition on this 25th day.
For me it's a poem, so Merry Christmas I say.


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.