The Ghost of Christmases Past


The ghost of Christmases past is present in the low amber light of the solstice sun.

You make that journey every year, revisiting your childhood like a magus trekking over desert to lay golden gifts at the foot of a child-god.

What gifts have you for that most un-god-like of ghostly children?

You will be good and cheery and fulfil your obligations;

Your indulgences will not be extreme.

You will bolster the breached walls of your father’s house with care and love,

And rekindle the hearth fire and dancing candles that lit a childhood Christmas long ago.

The rich things of that kernel child inside will germinate anew,

And that green hopeful growth will propagate stem-for-stem,

And take hold in the filling chambers of your own sprung-off children.

It is a time for passing on your dwindling light.

Your scarce rays scorch a path through the night tunnel,

Advanced and retreated in time, a single chamber past and present,

Concentric circles set to flame by the ghostly touchpaper of Christmases past.


About ucronin

Microbiologist, brewer, writer, fan of James Joyce, guitar player and gardener, U. Cronin was born in the county town of Ennis, Co. Clare. He's spent much of his adult years moving country — between Spain and Ireland — and at present he is to be found back in his native town. Author of five novels and working on a sixth, U. is back in the lab and engaging his passion for looking for bugs using very bright lasers. Let's hope it turns out well!
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