Bittersweet Christmas

Presents underneath the tree,
And snowflakes on the ground.
Children filled with Christmas glee,
Happiness all around.

Not all Christmases are bad,
Just the ones where we recall.
Memories that seems so sad,
And ones that matter at all.

Baby brother, never known,
Who never made it home.
Angel’s wings above you’ve flown,
Still not here, in your home.

We have a stocking for you,
We still hang it by the tree.
If only you ever know,
The effect you’ve had on me.

I never even met you,
You left before I could.
I don’t think I’ll forget you,
‘Cause I don’t think I should.

I may still always wonder,
Who you would have grown to be.
Your presents never under,
The family Christmas tree.

I wonder what you’d look like,
The color of your hair,
Would you know to ride your bike,
And name your teddy bear?

Way too young to understand,
But still old enough to know,
We’ll never walk hand-in-hand,
Through the gently falling snow.

It makes me sad to know,
You never had a chance,
To love, to know, and to grow,
Or make a special dance.

You’ll never see the snowfall,
As each Christmastime draws near.
At Christmas, you’re missed by all,
But please calm all of my fear.

I’ll make it through this Christmas,
And live on to next year.
Where still it’s you I will miss,
With each passing, falling tear.

I will love you, little one,
Even when I am real old.
Christmas sometimes is no fun,
Without you, my heart’s cold.

Wait for me in Heaven, please,
And make sure that I know,
You’ve always been at ease,
In God’s love, you still grow.