A Christmas Carol.

the gate-keeper of the floodgates
and i hold the keys to break your heart.
you hide behind transparent locked doors
and i pass through them like the ghost of christmas yet to come.
(which i still am to you.)
because you'll never believe that the locked doors are finally passable.
and you'll never believe that i can close the floodgates.
so forever i'll be the ghost of christmas yet to come
living in your present.