Who will be my Jacob Marley?

roger-turner Poems

The fear I have on Christmas Eve Is one most have, I do believe They tell my truth and don't decieve Of visits from three spirits Christmas future, present, past Come for a night and do not last It takes three hours and goes by fast But, they are not the one I fear Who will be my Jacob Marley? Who will be my initial ghost? Will it be my Uncle Charlie? Who will be my spirit host? Spirits three are set to come the first to arrive at the stroke of one It won't be long till the night is done I don't know why they came to me Nightmares and visions while I'm sleeping From spirits who do not come creeping I lie here hidden, softly weeping It happens every Christmas Eve Who will be my Jacob Marley? Who will be my initial ghost? Will it be my Uncle Charlie? Who will be my spirit host? My past is fine and present too I know I'm fine, so how are you? The past is old, holds nothing new It's the future that needs changing Three spirits come and three will go The winds come too and they sure blow My room is always full of snow I just wish they'd shut the window Who will be my Jacob Marley? Who will be my initial ghost? Will it be my Uncle Charlie? Who will be my spirit host? I wake up early Christmas Day What I saw last night, I cannot say I'll do my best and change I may But, if not....they'll be back next Christmas.