By Echolocation
Date: 2004 Dec 14
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Ghosts of Christmas Past

Tinsel sparkles like your laughter
Bright lights twinkle like your eyes
Egg nog warms me like your kisses --
Winter's frost chills like your lies

Spicy wine a haunting ghost of
Sugarplum-sweet your lips on mine
Ribbons twine my icy fingers
As my hands once twined with thine

Evergreen our love no longer
Crisp white masking barren brown
None to snuggle, only memories
As logs burn to embers slowly down