A CHRISTMAS GHOST

Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 72, 18 December 1928, Page 27 (Supplement)

A CHRISTMAS GHOST

When the lights are out and the Christmas tree Is stripped of its load of vanity, Ghosts of the past come back to me. Where is the maiden that long ago, U’ften I kissed her under the mistletoe, Hugged me and murmured “I love you so?" Bright red shoes on her dainty feet. Bright red ch'cks as you'd wish to meet, And lips that were sticky and passing sweet. Dancing eyes in the candle light, Was it for love of me that night, Or the bag of sweets that I clasped <>o tight ? Was she as guileless as then she seemed, ' The sweet little innocent that 1 deemed, Or was she a vamp that plotted and schemed? Did she grow, in a later day, As fair as she promised. IFZio shall say? • For never since then has she passed my way. And still when her delicate form is seen Through the mist of the years that intervene, I murmur ici' Whittier, “It might have been!" But enough of ghosts of a~ past that’s dead, The fire burns low, and the night's far fled, And. I think it is time that I went to bed. —“Touchstone” in the Horning Dost.