The tree is down the stockings are packed and the company is gone
Three weeks past Christmas and yet the holiday goes on
the house is quiet but I am not alone
for unseen guests haunt my house and they are all well known
they come every year to remind me where I’m from
they are my Christmas ghosts and I’m so glad they’ve come
for their visits serve not to frighten
but rather to console and enlighten
the physical reminders i display this time of year
are pointers to their presence – they are here
and I hear them softly whisper to me
practice kindness practice gratitude practice generosity
I close my eyes and listen while shedding a tear
so glad to have heard them so glad that they are here