The Christmas Waltz
written by: Dawn Pisturino
Ghosts of Christmas Past
Haunt my memories
With silver bells clanging over the churchyard,
Waking the dead from their snow-covered tombs.
Inside the manor, dainty tapers light up a green fir tree.
The ballroom flickers with firelight and candlelight.
Frosty panes festooned with mistletoe and holly wreaths
Host a single candle as I await your return.
The doors burst open at midnight with a loud, gusty wind,
And ghostly men and women take their places on the smooth marble floor.
Smiling, your arm encircles my waist;
Your hand clasps mine with delicate formality.
The spectral orchestra begins to play:
We sway back and forth in three-quarter time, then
Suddenly, we’re whirling across the floor,
My gold skirts glittering under the crystal chandeliers.
Couples swirl around us with sweet abandon.
Your eyes shine with brilliant admiration as we dance
The annual Christmas waltz in concert with our guests.
The music never ends as the hours pass by and dawn draws near.
Your love sustains me; I feel no fatigue.
But my slippers wear thin on the cold, hard floor.
Your coat and tails grow threadbare in the light.
Your skin begins to pale with the morning’s blush.
You gradually disappear, leaving me alone in a room
Silent and dark for another year.
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