Author:Unknown

At Christmas time you're expected to be cheerful, happy, and just filled with so much joy-your presence can be nauseating.  Well-I struggle with this, and the last couple of Christmas' have been more difficult.  I find it frustrating with keeping the true meaning of Christmas in my children's thoughts and actions when the world is focused on the material side of it.  It is stressful for me to find that "perfect" gift for everyone, make sure the newsletter is written let alone funny, and to bake and distribute all those goody plates which unfortunately I very rarely get a thank you for.  Yes-I would consider myself a Debbie Downer @Christmas.  But-I smile and keep going.

This year-there were a couple of people I new that passed away right before and right after Christmas.  Talk about putting things in perspective.  Both of them left behind a young and loving family.  I cannot even comprehend having my children grow up without a mom or a dad.  Hopefully they will never have to worry about that.  While reading on a friends facebook page regarding one of these deaths-a poem was posted and it brought tears to my eyes.  Yes-it is a Christmas poem-and yes-I'm a few weeks late.  In reality-this poem can fit at any time in a persons life that has a loved one, or two, or three-in Heaven.  The poem brought a little comfort to me in the last few weeks- I don't know the author or the origin--but I hope it touches you like it did me.

author:unknown

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 tears.
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.
 I sent you each a memory of
my undying love.
 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 blessings
 or love he has for each of you.
 So have a Merry Christmas
 and wipe away the tears.
 Remember, I am spending
 Christmas with Jesus Christ
this year. —