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Christmas 2005
"Christmas is never the same when someone you love is missing!"
My First Christmas In Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
with tiny lights, like Heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular. Please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart.
But I am not so far away We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above,
of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important In the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing or the love
He has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
Missing you My Baby!
It's the night before Christmas, we're all filled with joy,
Except when we think of you, little boy.
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care,
And in our hearts it's as if you were here.
Children are sleeping, in their bedrooms they lie,
But we're still filled with grief for our baby that died.
You see, this Christmas you would have been here too,
But every Christmas I know we'll miss you.
As I wrap up the presents my thought are on you,
And what we'd have bought if you were here, too.
A car, a ball, a red fire truck?
Or maybe a rabbit's foot to bring you good luck.
The tree is all trimmed with bright colored balls,
And decorations hang on all of the walls.
It looks so pretty - - I wonder if you see
Your Christmas ball we've hung on the tree.
I made it for you before you were here,
Not knowing I'd hang it with eyes filled with tears.
Tomorrow is Christmas, I'll try not to be sad;
I'll count all my blessings and try to be glad
You've not a part of our future - -
you were a part of our past
And someday I know we'll be together at last.
Compassionate Friends, Delmar, New York
MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
I've had my first Christmas in Heaven,
A glorious, wonderful day
I stood with the saints of the ages,
Who found Christ, the truth and the Way.
I sang with the Heavenly choir:
Just think! I who loved to sing!
And, Oh! What celestial music
We brought to our Savior and King!
We sang the glad songs of redemption,
How Jesus to Bethlehem came,
And how they had called His name Jesus,
That all might be saved through His name.
We sang once with the angels,
The song that they spoke that blest morn
When shepherds first heard the glad story
That Jesus, the Savior, was born
O dear ones, I wish you had been here.
No Christmas on earth could compare
With all the rapture and glory
We witnessed in Heaven so fair.
You know how I always loved Christmas;
It seemed such a wonderful day,
With all of my loved ones around me,
The children so happy and gay.
Yes, now I can see why I loved it.
And Oh, what a joy it will be
When you and my loved ones are with me,
To share in the glories I see.
So, dear ones on earth, here’s my greeting,
Look up till the day dawn appears,
And Oh, what a Christmas awaits us
Beyond our parting tears
I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happier New Year
I am spending my Christmas in Heaven that is crystal clear
I know your heart is broken because I seem so far away
I want you to know; I am in your loving heart to stay
My Soul and Spirit lives within your heart
and I am promising you, we will never part
I will continue to whisper to you like a gentle prayer
trying to assure you, I am in God's Eternal Loving care
Mail out your Christmas cards and hang up our stocking too
because I am filling your stocking this year just for you
I am stuffing your stockings with Peace, Joy, Happiness, and Love
from all the Angels, Saints, and our Father from Heaven above
I am enjoying the Peace, Joy, Happiness and Love in Heaven
because Jesus died on the Cross with His last words of Seven
Remember the Kingdom of God is there for us all to share
as long as we remain in His Grace until our last prayer
My wish for you this Christmas is that you shall hear
my Joys of Peace and Happiness in Heaven is quite sincere
I am sending you His Gift of Love for you my dear
Have a Merrier Christmas and a Happier New Year
Wounded Holidays
My Christmas season will be very different this year.
The holiday cheer and Christmas joy will be missing
because you won't be here.
Not a day goes by nor a minute passes that
you're not in my thoughts and prayers.
My feelings of sadness are carefully hidden
behind the smile I wear.
So I pray that you will give me the gift I want-
and hope that it won't take too long
Because the only gift I want is you
home here where you belong.
Special Handeling
I was handed a package the other day.
It was wrapped securely to mailed away.
Attached to the outside as plain as could be
was a simple note for all to see
Please rush through the holiday season;
Too painful to open for any reason!
Contained within, find one bereaved heart--
Fragile, broken, falling apart
Tried to go shopping the other day;
The hype of the season blew me away.
Sat down to write cards,
That was insane.
Couldn't find the list
Or think of my name.
People say, "Come over,"
"Be of good cheer."
"Celebrate the holidays,"
"Prepare a New Year."
But my grief overwhelms me
Like waves in the sea.
Can they cope with me crying;
An unsettled me?
I don't have any holiday cheer,
Decorations, traditions, big family meal,
I can't do it this year.
Do you know how I feel?
Guilty and frustrated!
I've let everyone down!
Our holiday celebrations
Used to be the best in town!
So just ship me away
Address unknown
When my grief is over,
I might fly home.
Signed: Bereaved Heart
This year
This year I want no tinsel ,
no Christmas tree with lights.
I want no cups of eggnog
no singing Silent Night.
No hassled holiday shopping
no presents with pretty bows.
I want no Christmas carols
or Santa's Ho Ho Ho's.
No snowy horse drawn sleigh rides
or busy city streets.
No wishful window shopping
or chocolate candy treats
I don't want Christmas cookies,
no candy canes or cake.
Not even being good
just for goodness sake.
No brightly colored paper
no bargains, deals or sales.
I don't want roasted chestnuts
or that grinch that steals.
I want no Christmas plays
with stories that they tell.
No TV commercials
and all the junk they sell.
I don't want reindeer prancing
or a jingling Christmas bell.
I need no Christmas cards
that wishes all is well.
This year I wish for peace
for those that I hold dear,
in the spirit of the season
and throughout the year.
The warmth of friends and family,
fond memories for all to share.
Love, joy and laughter
That's what I want this year.
This year I wish for you,
that with me you could be.
My dear sweet child of mine
that's what I want for me.
"When You Light Candles
This Holiday Season"
I will light candles this Holiday Season
Candles of joy...despite all sadness,
Candles of hope...where despair keeps watch.
Candles of courage...where fear is ever present,
Candles of peace...for tempest-tossed days,
Candles of grace...to ease heavy burdens.
Candles of love...to inspire all my living,
Candles that will burn all the year long.
Joy Hope Courage Peace Grace Love
Howard Thurman
During the Holidays,
we rejoice that Christ was born;
For you I know it is really hard;
because of a loved one you mourn.
During this time of world wide happiness;
it's impossible to smile,
So Peace, I wish for your heart;
across these many miles.
I wish you Peace from your suffering;
Peace for your wounded heart,
I wish we were closer;
not so far apart. I'd try to help; if just for a day
I'd remove the pain, and fill your heart with Peace and mirth,
And we would all rejoice together; in The Savior's holy birth
By Frannie
Young, they left our homes
in a moment, long or quick,
they were gone
Dewdrops turned into teardrops,
the shining sea too small
to hold our grief.
"Give us our children back," we pled
as we noticed their plateless places
at the table.
Regret made a river through our days,
tempering laughter,
pervading sudden silences.
Bodies they had through us, with us
bodies housing minds and souls
no longer.
The holiday season's return
makes throb now the wounds
we felt at their parting,
wounds which may heal
in time, we hope,
into strength
but not yet, in this season
of snowflakes that sting and cookies
that somehow taste of vinegar.
"If only," goes our carol.
If only they could return to us
but no.
If only we could speak with them
but no.
If only we could love them
so intensely that they could
feel our presence right now
but yes, yes to this one,
a thousand yesses--
they can.
How can they not feel our love,
being core in core with us,
heart in heart?
We give love this season to them and
to each other as plundered parents
and wounded healers.
With love flowing, something in our lives
a magnificent, mysterious Something
guides us like a star.
Alan Harris
My Christmas in Heaven
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