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. —
