This Christmas
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 were 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.
Copyright © Anita Elam | Year Posted 2019
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