The first holiday without that special one
Is shared by those who know and care.
At the festive table of your heart,
Thereís an empty chair.
Choirs sing with joy and reverence;
Warmth and glitter are everywhere.
Hearts are thankful for Godís great gift;
In a baby, God is there.
As those near and dear live out this time,
May light and comfort fill the air,
Loaded up with happy memories
And the present momentís textures shared.
Across the miles, like tinkling bells
Come thoughts and gentle prayers
That a joyous angel, Spirit sweet
Smiles at you over that special chair.
©2010 Carol Morfitt