The Spirit Of Christmas To Come

The ghost slid down the rabbit hole

on a dark wintery night.

He expected to arrive in Wonderland

if such a place exists

and he believed it did,

just as he believed in ghosts and Santa Claus.

There was a full glass on a table.

He looked for a label saying: “Drink Me”.

But there was no label. So he drank it anyway.

It left a nice warm feeling inside him,

“spirit for the spirit”, he laughed aloud.

There was a plate of pastries.

He looked for a label saying: “Eat Me”,

but there was no label. So he ate them anyway,

He lay back contentedly 

then smiled somewhat sheepishly

at the old man dressed in red carrying a large sack

who was looking none too pleased at the scene.

“Well”, said the ghost,

“Anyone can mistake a chimney for a rabbit hole.”


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