CHRISTMAS MOURNING

 CHRISTMAS MOURNING

Peering through a frost-free-pane

With fading hope for festal gain

Magic of that child-like kind

That snowy Morn we long to find

But skies of sullen steelish grey

Interdict my happy Dickens Day

And only distant tinny bells

 Can raise the ghosts of past Noels

Mourn a world beyond recall

And shades who've yet to come at all.