A Holiday Haunt

You've decked your home with boughs of holly

To ward off spirits of evil and folly.

But I am no spirit of ill intent.

And I would willingly join in your merriment.

Though our definitions of delight may vary by degrees

As I haunt by the side of your Christmas tree.

We can blame December for the cold I instill.

So pay no mind to my ectoplasmic chill.

And that mangled mirage of decay across the floor

Is simply my added holiday decor.

Yet, you stare aghast at my generous display.

Perhaps this is not my recognizable holiday...

I haunt as I ponder and riddle myself this,

Do I truly want to reenact The Nightmare Before Christmas..?