First Christmas In Heaven

My friend and co-worker Patsy sent this poem to us on a homemade Christmas card she did. She is very creative that way. It brings tears to my eyes as I picture my dear mother's first Christmas on the other side. As much as we want her here with us, we know that she is safe in the arms of our Heavenly Father, without pain, without an awful cancer eating away at her, and without a heavy heart. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I did.

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.

After all, love is a gift more precious
than pure gold.
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 blessing or love
he has for each of you.

So have a Merry Christmas
and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.