The Carol

Samuel rises
from his bed
after this eventful night.
Flakes of history had
done a dance tonight.
He met undead ghosts,
nearly dead ghosts.
They took him on tours,
filled his heart.
He shakes his head
to try cleansing himself
of the flakes from the night.
He tries to get into living
where it is safe.  He will have
how many more such day times?