The First Christmas

I just stumbled upon this poem that my mom wrote just before Christmas the year my dad died. I’ve often thought that my mom should have been a professional writer.

It’s Christmas without Santa,
The first of more to be.
But not without his spirit
And not without a tree.
We’ll know he is around us;
We’ll be thankful, proud and glad.
His children are his glory,
And they had Santa for a Dad.

(This was originally posted in November)

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