The Christmas Party Ghost

It's 4 a.m. on Christmas eve,

He's finally made It home,

He thinks that you are sound asleep,

As he whispers on his phone.

He made It up the stairs at last,

At just gone 10 past Four,

You tell him that this can't go on,

You can't take It anymore.

He said the Office Party,

Had all got out of hand,

He didn't think I'd be like this,

He thought I'd understand.

He told me I;m just paranoid,

As dawn begins to loom,

I knew that he was lying,

I could smell the cheap perfume. 

I said I heard you on your phone,

Oh It's no-one he did say,

Its seems the Christmas party ghost, 

Has got her wicked way.

His lies are truly cringy,

His face Is burning red,

I turned away with tearful eyes,

As I slide across the bed.

Every year his tales the same,

Just whispers on his phone,

The Christmas ghost has struck again

When I was home alone.

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[lei]

it's more hurting when you know she's lying...