The Fear in me and you

Fear, you beastly thing, again spoiling thoughtful moments of me and mine,  
pouring cold water over the warm glow of me and him.  
Like the ghost of yuletide greetings to come,  showing outcomes  
through frosted glass,  peering in from the cold shivers created,  feeding  
the flames inside to touch and burn.  
 
Fear, you beastly thing, I'm happy your here, blocking my path,  
explaining the situation, but your headlock hold isn't as tight  
as it once was, I'm relaxing see, watching unprepared days tick
tock bye, with one eye on you and your beastly ways, I'm learning fast.  
 
Cold water?  
Pour it over me  
Over him  
Us  
Tick tock  tick tock..