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Christmas 2005
Dearest Jordan,
Here we are quickly approaching our forth
Christmas without you. How can that be? I
close my eyes and I see your face, I hear
your voice, smile at the sounds of your
laughter in my head. How can this be our
forth Christmas without you? I miss you
ALL THE TIME Jordan, but I guess I miss you
most at Christmas time. Christmas is for
family and being together… and though I
truly believe you are always with us, I
can’t see you in “your spot” in front of the
tree on Christmas morning along side of your
brothers. I can’t see the excitement in
your face waiting to unwrap a wished for
gift. I can’t see the anticipation on your
face waiting for one of us to open the
“perfect” gift from you. As I write this, I
remember Christmas morning 2001 when you
were so excited for me to open my gift from
you. You kept saying “oh mom, you’re gonna
LOVE what I got you!” All I had to do was
look at the box and I knew what it
was…something I had asked for, something I
had wanted. Food storage containers. I’m
still using them Jordan though lids are
missing and they are a jumbled up mess in
the drawer. Every time I get one out to
use, I remember that morning…so long
ago…just yesterday…four years ago? How can
that be? I still remember some of the
things we got for you. A new ski jacket and
the goggles that made you look like “Adam
Ant” (I’m smiling at that memory) We took
you back to The Stable the day after
Christmas so you could exchange them for a
smaller pair so you would look “hot” on the
hill. We got them back after the accident
and I have them put away. Sometimes I get
them out and put them on and look through
them, trying to see what you saw that last
day as you skied. I can’t see what you
saw…I just feel the loss.
Jordan, I miss and love you so very
much…each and every day, each and every
season but I miss you most at Christmas
time. I will be sitting in “my” spot this
Christmas in front of the entertainment
center (I wonder who it will be to make my
tea…it was always you) and though you won’t
be in yours, I will imagine you there and
your brothers, dad and I will make new
Christmas memories and… remember you. Merry
Christmas Jordan!
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow and Forever…I
love you!
~Mom~
Angel
Tears at Christmas
God sends His lovely angel tears
To us this time of year
They float and tumble through the air
And send out Christmas cheer.
Each flake He sends is special
From out of wintry skies
They paint a pretty picture
To soothe our weary eyes.
They glide and twirl as if to say
The season’s just begun
And gently beckon to us
To join in merry fun.
Like sparkling gems, they fill the sky
And quietly take up space
They seem to flow in harmony
Attired in angel lace.
At Christmas time when all is calm
We look to things above
For angel tears and Jesus
To fill our lives with love.
A sacred star shines in the East
As Christmas day draws near
A manger scene, a Holy night
And gentle angel tears.
The children gather ‘round the tree
To hear the Christmas story
As angel tears fall to the earth
To trim the earth in glory.
His precious tears drift to the earth
So everyone will know
A child was born in Bethlehem
It’s written in the snow.
So if you get to feeling blue
And plagued by worldly fears
Just look outside your window
God’s shedding angel tears.
~ Marilyn Ferguson ~
© 2001
Christmas With the King
Written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux
To my dearest family that I left behind,
I need to touch your heart tonight.
For it's Christmas and you're missing me,
And the season doesn't seem so bright.
While others are celebrating the holiday,
you find it hard to do the same.
You watch other families gather in splendor,
while you tearfully mention my name.
I know it was painful for you this year,
to decorate your Christmas tree.
For you cried as you hung each ornament.
Your thoughts were focused on me.
You shopped for presents for others.
Although you felt out of place.
When each day was over,
I could see loneliness written on your face.
You can't seem to get into the spirit.
To enjoy any festivities this year.
But think of the Christmases in the past,
and you'll feel my presence near.
Yes, and I come tonight to let you know
I'm happier than I could ever be.
I'm spending my Christmas in Heaven;
With the one who died for me.
So go out and feel that Christmas cheer.
Listen to the choirs as they sing.
And know that I'm happier than I've ever
been...
Spending Christmas with the King.
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