There’ll be one missing this Christmas,
one place at table---bare,
one smiling face we’ll yearn for
just knowing you’re not there

One present left beneath the tree
after all have been passed out,
with pretty ribbon posed atop---
a heartfelt gift, no doubt

Voices soft, diminished,
we’ll sing a Christmas song,
hoping next year’s easier
for you haven’t been gone long

The joy of your great laughter
as the children gathered ‘round---
your spirit more like ‘Peter Pan’
in revelry and sound

The snow outside---light falling,
of which you were so fond,
swift on skis and snowboard,
and skating on the pond

Cozy by a crackling fire
we’ll surely quiet sit,
recalling times your lengthy frame
would stretch in front of it

We’ll have to gather all our faith
and be of one accord,
knowing you are safe with Him---
spending Christmas with our Lord…