For those of us who have had loved ones die, there’ll be a hole at Christmas. What can we do about it? This poem addresses the hole I have at Christmas. After six and a half years of missing my beloved so very much, I am able to celebrate him—the memories—and his being free from the pain of his cancer, free and rejoicing in Heaven!
There’ll be a hole at Christmas—
The place where once you sat…
We miss you, not just at Christmas…
Oh, what can we do about that? —
We’ll celebrate you this Christmas,
With memories sweet and bright.
Though you won’t be here this Christmas,
Memories of you—
Will lend us sweet light.
Memories so precious,
Of days gone by—
Yes, we must celebrate — YOU — in Heaven—
Where loved ones never die.
So, in that big hole, this Christmas,
We’ll fill it full with cheer—
Instead of commiserations,
We’ll celebrate that you are there, not here.
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