Take away the festive music

Forget the hand over trinkets

Fear in his soul

aging like a ghost in a wishing well

watching reruns of shows fragment of years on television sets

no one around

silhouettes and ice mirrors  hanging

a sight of frozen ways appear

through the windows

looking at frozen grounds

He forces a smile

He is not greedy

nor thinking through pockets of gold

he is a hungry and empty soul

looking for the same as his sisters and his brothers

anything but this empty hall

this ghost lets out one last groan

before he freezes up all lone