And To All A Good Fright

This is the companion piece to Scary Christmas
From the haunted house project


From a poem I composed about 2007:


T'was the fright before Christmas, and all through the house, not a person was sleeping, not even a mouse.
The windows were all shuttered and bolted with care, in hopes of avoiding a ghastly scare.
Now the children should be asleep all snug in their beds, while above them are
things that cause dread.


  Settle down, and give pause, while I tell you about the ghost of  Skele Claus.

One Christmas eve not so long ago, he stalked his way through the snow
with an overcoat black as night, wrapped with a chain to add more fright.
With the familiar red hat and straggly white beard, kids saw him and would run with fear.
With eyes that glowed like fire and a bone chilling laugh that filled the halls, They knew on this cold night they were visited by the ghost known as Skele Claus!