I open up my eyes and I see it there
He looks around the corner, but he can’t dare to bear
She taps it on the shoulder, says come in, sit right there
We all take a moment, but it says its rude to glare
Draw a picture perfect, fit it all in the lines
That clock on the wall’s been there for so long
Cast the bucket in the well of memories left behind
Where have all the flowers gone?
Some say the graveyards and some behind the ear
The drifters and rebels are stuffed in the barrel
There’s known to be some that brush along against the field
If there’s such a thing as love, then it can’t just be feral
I have my wits about me, but now it's got me in the cold
He scrapes and claws and gnashes, but to it it’s grown old
She sits on a mountain of Knox-worthy gold
We all seem to follow, but it says it can’t mold
The smoke in the chimney is burning my envy
It takes just a moment, allow it to breathe
All in all, where the house is you grew up to remedy
It feels like you’re chosen, truth is you’re just free
Then again, it’s a burden to carry on the back
Don’t allow it to break you, nothing lasts forever
Except, the One whose name was on the invitation card rack
The address too familiar, one not able to remember
I see it in the garden, it’s coat matches the green grass
It shows me two children, they both look like me
I look back to it, it’s old how much time passed?
He will bear the chains scraping he’ll imagine him yelling
“Your ghost of Christmas past will be the only present under the tree
The only gift you’ll have that you’ll work to give to me”
She took it by the hand when it’s olive branch extended
She saw everything at once that once was
She viewed mine, his, and hers and all ours with reverence
It’s the ghost of what could’ve been
It’s the ghost of what already has been
It’s the ghost of Christmas
So that must mean it’s eternal
I see it in everything, in love, in hate, the nights in the spring,
He’s got it in in him to disallow all the venom
She takes her blankets, throws them on, she’s all but tainted
We all hear a hymn, it’s right in front of our faces: What good is living the life you’ve been given, if all you do is stand there in place?
Not one ghost defines you
Because the present has no shadows
The past is in the past
And what’s yet to come will follow
And look how far you’ve come
Just to get here and witness
So don’t allow a silver screen
To steal all life’s riches
I look at the ghost, it’s tint is blue
He looks at the ghost, with blue as hue
She looks at the ghost, whose blue is new
We look at the ghost, it’s fake, it’s You.