Lyrics: “Ghosts of Christmas” by Dare Dukes
The Christmas lights they flicker red, green, and white,
Hung in the baggage claim by an irate overtime janitor.
This time of year it’s crazy ’round here.
Elbows and packages crammed into cabs with drunken strangers.
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The children chew on cellophane.
While the fat actor rings for pocket change
This time of year it’s crazy ‘round here.
This time of year it’s crazy here.
CNN calls for blizzard through the East.
We at the terminal bar share a laugh and reach for cell phones.
Outside the shapes of planes stuck at gates covered in snow.
We are ghosts of Christmas and we’re cheered to never get home.
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Fa la la la la la la…
Bloodshot and tipsy we flirt between Parchese moves,
Avoiding questions about the relations pictured in wallets.
A touch the hand when peanuts are passed back and forth.
In my eyes I suspect you surmise my love of airports.
The terminal’s quiet as the sick and tired snore and wheeze.
We are the ghosts of Christmas and we have all we need.
We are the ghosts of Christmas and we do not need.
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Fa la la la la la la…