“So this is Christmas…”

…and it’s way different this year
Because we’re trying to be merry,
even though you’re not here.

This is the first Christmas
that you will be gone,
To go about things normal,
just seems so wrong.

It doesn’t feel right to be full of glee,
when we can’t share the space
around that festive tree.

The opening of gifts will lose some of its luster,
but we’ll press on with us much cheer we can muster.

We’ll sit down for dinner,
we’ll hold hands to say “Grace”,
but that chain will be broken,
by the empty space.

We know that you’re with us
in spirit and in passing.
It’s still hard to share this day
without the sound of you laughing.

I’m not the only one to whom you are missed,
also your mother, your father, your nieces, and sis.

Your friends and your fam, send all of their love,
we hope you can return down some strength from above.

So for this Christmas, 2022
I’ll end this disjointed post by saying, we love you!

(Dedicated to a close friend who we suddenly lost this year, he knows who he is, and knowing him is probably making fun of me for being unusually sappy)