I mutter ‘bah-humbug’ beneath my breath
throughout this season of enforced good cheer
when we must never speak of loss, nor death
although the loss is all to great to bear:
Lost loved ones I remember, candlelight
recalls your living flame snuffed out too soon;
gaudy illuminations shine not half as bright
as you did when your love-light filled the room.
But you are now the Ghosts of Christmas Past
and we are told we must be of good cheer:
no earthly treasures can, we think, outlast
the gifts which you left us when you were here.
And so to you, I raise a solemn toast
and pray you’re welcomed by a heavenly host
I find Christmas hard…
There, I said it! Of course, I want everyone to have a good time, and I try to join in the fun as much as possible, but I’m always haunted by the Ghosts of Christmas Past. So I dedicate this poem to anyone who has lost loved ones at this time of year. You are not alone in grieving.
This post begins our Festive Sonnet Sunday! Do stay tuned for more, and if you like, link up a festive sonnet of your own in the comments below. As you can see from the above, there is no requirement to be cheerful! Though festive cheer is, of course, most welcome…
Here is a delightful offering from Selma Martin, reflecting on the true value of Christmas: Sonnet No.5