Christmas Carousel May Sutherland A silver screen A world apart, A heroine within your heart. An evil ghost A tinkling tune, The menace in a lonely room. The horror of your brief young life As Julia slowly lifts the knife... But through it all , an open door A charming toy upon the floor. Its ownership would often seem Fulfillment of a small child's dream. Christmas is but weeks away So, carefully, you stage the play. Parents' puzzled eyes ask, Why are you asking for the sky? "A music-box? A Carousel?" Where to find one? Who can tell? Christmas Day dawns bright and fair Your Carousel is standing there. A tune you've never heard before A ghostly hint of Shadow-lore. And now, new problems fill your cares... ..what can I use for Quentin's stairs?