The ghost of Christmas past ? 🎄

Was I the ghost of my Christmas past?

I saw her silhouette standing, sheepishly, but she disappeared so fast 

She looked so like me, when I was just a little girl

I was wearing a red duffle coat, but I vanished in a swirl 

Then on Xmas eve, as I was lying wide awake upon my bed

I suddenly saw a frail old female figure, hazily, hovering overhead

The wrinkly face warmly smiled at me, and I swear that I recognised those ruddy cheeks of rosy red