I sat among boxes and gift wrap
and all I could do was cry
’cause the thing I wanted most
this Christmas
was for someone I loved not to die.
But God took you for my Angel
so it just wasn’t meant to be
now all that’s left of you here now
is Christmas in memories.
I’d give back all of these presents
if it would mean you’d still be here
without you there is no merry
no feeling of holiday cheer.
Just this hole in my heart where
you once were
the boxes with gifts empty now
I’d give everything under this tree back
if You could be here somehow
But you’re not here so I’ll just pray
to the angel atop my tree
that one day we’ll be together
around this Christmas tree.
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You did such a great job at capturing that empty feeling that hits once a certain holiday rolls around for the first, second, or thirtieth time after a loved one passes. Holidays can reopen old wounds for a lot of people who always spent it with family. Awesome job!
Thank You, Crystal. Nice comments. My dad was sick with cancer over Christmas one year and died shortly after. Now my mom has pancreatic cancer and is in a nursing home, so sad again at Christmas. Thank you for your comments.