One last present left under the tree
One less voice singing with me
An empty chair at the holiday table
A phone call left unanswered
An empty stocking that won’t be filled
Those holiday memories still fill my heart, but it’s another holiday we will all be apart.
That silent ache, that yearning to be whole.
Those little children full of hope
The wonderment and the magic still fill the air.
The Christmas tree will still be there.
Those traditions that will carry on
The meaning of those Christmas songs
Paying tribute to what was, carrying on…carrying on
Creating new memories, becoming who we need to be.
One little Christmas wish that some day…maybe one day