By: Liz Queen
Twas the night before Christmas and all through my heart,
I long for the days before we were apart.
Decorations are up with a futile desire
to be sitting here with you in front of the fire.
How I remember the chaos and noise
of kids and their pile-up of soon-broken toys.
The aroma of mom preparing with ease
the meals for which there are now no recipes.
And dad who just beamed over all of his brood,
Oh please help me push through my desolate mood!
Friends still call with a party invitation, but
it just magnifies my current situation.
BUT if not for the virgin birth that led to this day,
you’d be gone, forever, just taken away.
So I’m grateful, so thankful, with bittersweet cheer,
For the birth of the Christ child that keeps you still near.