It was on the night of the eclipse of the moon <br />That I saw a beam of light come into my bedroom <br />There at the end on my bed <br />I saw a figure, something strange, with long ears on its head <br />‘I am the ghost of Twilight' it said with its whiskers twitching <br />And told me that he'd left something for you for Christmas in my kitchen <br />The heating was off, it was cold, as I slowly rose out of bed to see <br />Time, according to my watch, reading only half past three <br />There next to the empty glass of mulled wine and plate of mince pies <br />Was indeed a packet of an incredibly small size <br />So it is not me that you must thank for receiving this <br />But the ghost of Twilight who loves you and sends you a great big kiss<br /><br />JJ Evendon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-a-christmas-spirit/
