This Christmas
It will not be the same
Daddy will be absent
There is no one to blame
We shall trim
The Christmas tree
While reeling from the loss
And facing misery
The stockings will be hung
On our fireplace with care
But oh, how it will sting
That Daddy won’t be there
We will still
Celebrate Christ’s birth
Daddy would want it that way
There shall be great mirth
My wish this Christmas
Is that we appreciate each day
God determines our lifespan
Baby Jesus in His crib with hay
We’ll listen to Christmas music
Both reverent and jolly
Recalling Daddy’s favorites
It will be a time most holy
So, make the eggnog
And eat the fruitcake too
This Christmas will be memorable
Even if we are rather blue
Dearest Daddy in heaven
Our love for you shall never wane
No matter the emotional turmoil
And the intense pain
by Zachary Uram
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