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Phantom Christmas
by Jane E PearceI can smell the phantom pies,
baked fresh from the oven,
the phantom table, set with china
cups and plates, waits for all
to sit and eat the Christmas
love prepared year after year.
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The voices heard- ethereal sounds
ricochet against the walls, as they did
long ago- laughter among unwrapped
packages and tinkle bells ring
as the tree is touched by young hands
trying to feel the fabric of love.
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Though,the house looks empty,
if you go by as daylight wanes,
you will see a phantom Christmas tree
shining through the big bay window panes.
11/26/2006 Posted on 11/26/2006
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/27/06 at 07:02 PM Very nice Jane brings back fond memories....Charlie
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| Posted by Christel Crews on 11/29/06 at 09:30 PM oh, this is so sad and so precious! the memories do linger on, even after the decorations fade.. such a lovely piece, jane! thank you for sharing it |
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