The presents are placed under the tree,

An empty spot where your gifts were to be

Christmas lights twinkle in the tree,

Carols play on the radio I sit in the dark, sullen and tearful

Pieces of the tree crafted in memorial to share

Our cat stops to brush up against my leg

Tears feel hot rolling down my cheek

Saint Nick finishes up his route

His list finished for boys and girls alike

Scrooge finds redemption before the morning sun

No ghosts have visited me this Christmas Eve

How I miss you!

Your laughter, your smile –

All lost to be preserved in still frame

My son, my boy – you were my joy

One day we will have Christmas in Heaven together