It’s almost Christmas, the tree is done,

but somehow without her, it won’t be much fun;

this littlest angel, one born of love,

is laying and waiting for help from above.

I pray for her safety, her illness begone,

and knowing her loved ones, it shouldn’t take long;

for her to be healthy and back home again,

this littlest angel, the joy of my friend.

I know that in heaven, your wellness begun,

I’m believing you’re better and home with the sun;

and Christmas Day laughter, will ring in the air,

mommy and daddy love beyond compare.

So smile little angel and give Nana a hug,

she’ll keep you warm as a bug in a rug.